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,
2. 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.â
3. Onward ! till thy course is finished, Like the ransomed ones before ; Keep the faith through persecution, Never give the battle o'er. Onward ! upward ! till victorious Thou shalt lay thine armour down, And thy loving Saviour bids thee At His hand receive thy crown.