My tongue shall spread the Saviour's fame

My tongue shall spread the Saviour's fame Whose grace I daily prove; For since my soul has known His Name His banner has been—Love.

When walking in the paths of sin. I far from Him would rove, By sweet constraint He drew me in, And waved His banner—Love.

He spread the banquet, made me eat, Bade all my fears remove; Yea, o'er my guilty, rebel head He placed His banner—Love.

When, weary of His rich repast I've sought, alas! to rove, He has recalled His faithless guest And showed His banner—Love.

In every conflict I sustain My enemies shall prove Through Him the vict'ry I obtain, Beneath His banner—Love.

And when He calls me home ere long To feast with Him above, Through all eternity my song Shall be—His changeless Love.