1 Onward, Christian, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone;
God hath set a guardian legion
Very near thee, -- press thou on!
2 Listen, Christian, their Hosanna
Rolleth o'er thee, -- |God is Love.|
Write upon thy red-cross banner,
|Upward ever, -- heaven's above.|
3 By the thorn-road, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won;
Tread it without shrinking, brother!
Jesus trod it, -- press thou on!
4 By thy trustful, calm endeavor,
Guiding, cheering, like the sun,
Earth-bound hearts thou shall deliver;
O, for their sake, press thou on!
5 Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace;
While it needs thee, O, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release;
6 Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,
That thou be a faithful son;
By the prayer of Jesus, -- |Father,
Not my will, but Thine, be done!|