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,
Take the cross and win the crown.
He it is who now com­mands thee,
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.
Thou canst al­most hear them shout­ing:
On! let no one take thy crown.

Onward! till thy course is fin­ished,
Like the ran­somed ones be­fore;
Keep the faith thro’ per­se­cu­tion,
Never give the bat­tle o’er.
Onward! up­ward! till vic­to­ri­ous,
Thou shalt lay thy ar­mor down,
And thy lov­ing Sav­ior bids thee
At His hand re­ceive thy crown.
And thy lov­ing Sav­ior bids thee
At His hand re­ceive thy crown.