Onward, Right Onward

Onward

right on­ward!

Heeding no toil or pain;

Onward

right on­ward!

Eager the prize to gain.

Darkly the clouds may ga­ther

Coldly the rain may fall;

Starless the night’s deep sha­dows

But there is light for all.

Onward

though round us

Billows may roll and toss;

Onward

though hearts ache

Moaning with sense of loss.

Closely be­side us walk­eth

Death with his sa­ble pall;

Deep are the pangs he bring­eth

Yet there is joy for all.

Onward and up­ward!

Never so dark a time

But beams from Heav­en

Onto our path­way shine.

Never in deep­est sor­row

Over our dead we weep

But that a hope from Heav­en

Into our hearts may creep.