The Noble Calling

Onward

bro­ther

nob­ly on­ward

Swell the ranks of truth and right;

Let your light be grand and glor­ious

For the cause of jus­tice fight;

Shrink not from the field of la­bor

Farthest from the path of fame;

Look not for­ward to the hour

When a na­tion speaks your name.

Gently raise a fall­en bro­ther

Jesus’ lost and wea­ry sheep;

And re­mem­bering His ex­am­ple

Lead them up the moun­tains steep;

Just across the mys­tic riv­er

In that pure and si­nless land

Angel bands ap­plaud your work

And will lend a help­ing hand.

To direct your footsteps ev­er

Higher up the mount­ain side

Nearer to the hap­py man­sions

Just a­cross the flow­ing tide;

When the souls are unit­ed

And the pain of life has fled

Oh! what joy to see some soul

That your words have home­ward led.

Or to hear the gen­tle bless­ing

Of a trust­ing lit­tle child

That your hands have gent­ly guid­ed

To the Sav­ior un­de­filed;

Onward

bro­ther

nob­ly on­ward

Swell the ranks of truth and right;

May your life be grand and glor­ious

And your crown with stars be bright.