Onward, Upward

Onward! up­ward! Christ­ian sol­dier

Turn not back nor sheath thy sword

Let its blade be sharp for con­quest

In the bat­tle for the Lord.

From the great white throne eter­nal

God Him­self is look­ing down;

He it is who now com­mands thee

Take the cross and win the crown.

He it is who now com­mands thee

Take the cross and win the crown.

Onward! up­ward! do­ing

dar­ing

All for Him who died for thee;

Face the foe and meet with bold­ness

Danger what­soe’er it be.

From the bat­tle­ments of glo­ry

Holy ones are look­ing down

Thou canst al­most hear them shout­ing:

On! let no one take thy crown.

Thou canst al­most hear them shout­ing:

On! let no one take thy crown.

Onward! till thy course is fin­ished

Like the ran­somed ones be­fore;

Keep the faith thro’ per­se­cu­tion

Never give the bat­tle o’er.

Onward! up­ward! till vic­tor­ious

Thou shalt lay thy ar­mor down

And thy lov­ing Sav­ior bids thee

At His hand re­ceive thy crown.

And thy lov­ing Sav­ior bids thee

At His hand re­ceive thy crown.