Press On, Press On, Ye Workers

Press on

press on

ye work­ers

Be loy­al

brave and true:

Great things the Lord is do­ing

And great­er things will do;

His army

still in­creas­ing

With each re­volv­ing year

Shall send a sound of rap­ture forth

That all the world shall hear.

Rejoice

re­joice

ye work­ers all

re­joice!

O clap your hands and sing

O clap your hands and sing!

God’s ho­ly Church shall tri­umph yet

Triumph yet

tri­umph yet

And He shall reign our king

Shall reign our king.

The walls of leagued op­press­ion

To dust shall fall away;

The sword of truth eter­nal

No power on earth can stay;

Tho’ all the hosts of dark­ness

Were mar­shaled on the field

The Church of God would stand un­moved

With Christ her strength and shield.

Behold her march­ing on­ward

In ma­jes­ty sub­lime

Along the roll­ing prair­ies

That bound our west­ern clime;

And soon from ev­ery ham­let

On all our vast fron­tier

Glad songs shall rise to Je­sus

While the skep­tics turn to hear.