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 shalt 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!”