“On toward the goal!” Press on!
Alone
yet unafraid;
He cut the path
who beckons thee
On then
and undismayed.
“On toward the goal!” Press on!
The eyes that are a flame
Are watching thee
what then are men?
What matter praise
or blame?
“On toward the goal!” Press on!
Look not behind thee now
When just ahead lies His “Well done
”
And crowns await thy brow.
“On toward the goal!” Press on!
Blind
deaf and sometimes dumb
Along the blood-marked
uphill way
Hard after Christ
press on!