There ripples in the wind, a flag unfurled,
With an emblem unacclaimed by the world.
The linen of its field is drenched in blood,
And the righteous yield to its scarlet flood.
Gold, blue and purple, its heraldic hues,
The banner of the comfort of the Jews,
The Jews. The banner of the comfort of the Jews.

There issues from the cross, a hope unknown,
Which the Law and the Prophets have foreshown.
The things to come have been foreseen,
For everything that is, has always been,
That the Gentiles yield to the best of news
On the banner of shield of the Jews,
The Jews. The banner of the shield of the Jews.

The Man descends with the clouds overhead,
Who lived and died, and is raised from the dead.
All eyes on the earth will see Him appear,
And those who despise Him will quake with fear.
He will wield His wrath on all who abuse
The banner of the gospel to the Jews,
The Jews. The banner of the gospel to the Jews.