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Onward, Christian sol
Go-ing on be - fore. A-men.
Marching as to war,
Going on before: Christ the royal Master
Leads against the foe; Forward into battle,
See His banners go: Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus
Going on before. 2 Like a mighty army
Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading
Where the saints have trod; We are not divided,
All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.
Kingdoms rise and wane,
Constant will remain;
'Gainst that Church prevail; We have Christ's own promise,
And that cannot fail.
Join our happy throng,
In the triumph-song;
Unto Christ the King;
Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865
WATCHWORD 188.8.131.52. D. With refrain
Who shall dream of shrinking,
By Je - ho- vah led ?
For-ward thro' the desert,
Thro' the toil and fight! Jor-dan flows be - fore us,
Zi - on beams with light. A-men.
1 "TORWARD!” be our watchword, "TOT
, Steps and voices joined; Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind;
At our army's head;
Through the toil and fight!
Zion beams with light. 2 Forward, flock of Jesus,
Salt of all the earth,
Spring to glorious birth!
Blind, they grope for day;
Leave behind the night;
Forward into light!
3 Glories upon glories
Hath our God prepared,
One day to be shared;
Ear hath never heard;
Where the heaven is bright,
Till our faith be sight!
Rise the city towers,
That fair home is ours:
Shine the gates with gold;
In Jehovah's might;
Henry Alford, 1871
2 If, with honest-hearted
As we homeward move,
O Thou God of love:
Thine it cannot be;
Clouds are not from Thee.
Love for God and man,
To do all we can;
Gives the large increase,
Fills the heart with peace.
3 On our way rejoicing
Gladly let us go,
And a vanquished foe!
Christ within- our joy!
Can our hope destroy?
John S. B. Monsell, 1863
3 Higher yet and higher
Out of clouds and night,
Rising to the light,
Where my soul may rest,
Sanctified and blest;
Ever onward run,
Step as I go on;
Swell within my breast;
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
All to leave, and follow Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own. 2 Man may tronble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest: () 'tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin and fear and vare;
Something still to do or bear!
What a Father's smile is thine,
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 4 Haste, then, on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer! Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission;
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry F. Lyte, 1824, 1833