Onward, bro­thers, march still on­ward,
Side by side and hand in hand,
Ye are bound for man’s true king­dom,
Ye are an in­creas­ing band.
Tho’ the way seem oft­en doubt­ful,
Hard the toil ye may en­dure,
Tho’ at times your cour­age fal­ter,
Yet the pro­mised land is sure.

Olden ag­es saw it dim­ly,
And their joy to rap­ture wrought,
Living men have gazed upon it,
Standing on the hills of thought.
All the past has done and suf­fered,
All the dar­ing and the strife,
All has helped to mold the fu­ture,
Make man mas­ter of his life.

Still brave deeds and kind are need­ed,
Noble thoughts and feel­ings fair;
Ye too must be strong and suf­fer,
Ye too have to do and dare.
Onward, bro­thers, march still on­ward,
March still on­ward, hand in hand;
Till ye see at last man’s king­dom,
Till ye reach the pro­mised land.