Cong. Hymn Book
ONWARD, Christian, though the region,
Where thou art, be drear and lone;
God has set a guardian legion
Very near thee, press thou on!
2
Listen, Christian, their Hosanna
Rolleth o’er thee, “God is Love.”
Write upon thy red-cross banner,
“Upward ever, heaven’s above.”
3
By the thorn-road, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won;
Tread it without shrinking, brother!
Jesus trod it, press thou on!
4
Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace;
While it needs thee, oh, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release.
5
Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,
That thou be a faithful son;
By the prayer of Jesus, “Father,
Not My will, but Thine, be done!”
