The Shadow of the Cross (Shacklock)

We are pressing

on­ward press­ing

In the straight and nar­row way

For it lead­eth to the king­dom

To the land of end­less day.

And we fol­low

glad­ly fol­low

Counting nei­ther gain nor loss

In the foot­steps of our Sav­ior

In the sha­dow of the cross.

While it fall­eth on our path­way

It will lead our steps aright;

From the pit­falls that beset us

From the dark­ness to the light.

Of our ho­ly faith the to­ken

And the sign which seals our vow

’Tis the sym­bol of our war­fare

And we glad­ly fo­llow now.

We are near­ing

we are near­ing

Heaven

our eter­nal home;

From those man­sions of the bless­èd

We shall nev­er wish to roam.

With the Sav­ior we have fol­lowed

We the crown of life shall wear

In His pre­sence dwell for­ev­er

And the cross no long­er bear.