Scripture Verse

The gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Matthew 16:18


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Re­deem­ing Love, ed­it­ed by John R. Sweney, Charles C. Mc­Cabe, Tul­li­us C. O’Kane & Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1887). The ref­er­enc­es in the last verse to prai­rie and fron­tier re­mind us that Fan­ny wrote pri­ma­ri­ly with an Am­eri­can au­di­ence in mind. Lit­tle did she know her songs would come to be pub­lished ov­er a world­wide com­put­er net­work.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

John R. Sweney (1837–1899)


Press on, press on, ye work­ers,
Be loy­al, brave, and true:
Great things the Lord is do­ing,
And great­er things will do;
His ar­my, still in­creas­ing
With each re­volv­ing year,
Shall send a shout of rap­ture forth
That all the world shall hear.


Rejoice, re­joice, ye work­ers all re­joice;
O, clap your hands and sing,
O, clap your hands and sing;
God’s holy Church shall tri­umph yet,
Triumph yet, tri­umph yet,
And He shall reign our king,
Shall reign our king.

The walls of leagued op­press­ion
To dust shall fall away;
The sword of truth eter­nal
No pow­er on earth can stay;
Though all the hosts of dark­ness
Were mar­shaled on the field,
The Church of God would stand un­moved,
With Christ her strength and shield.


Behold her march­ing on­ward,
In ma­jes­ty sub­lime,
Along the roll­ing prair­ies
That bound our west­ern clime;
And soon from ev­ery ham­let
On all our vast fron­tier
Glad songs shall rise to Je­sus,
While skep­tics turn to hear.