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 sound of rap­ture forth
That all the world shall hear.

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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;
Tho’ all the hosts of dark­ness
Were mar­shaled on the field,
The Church of God would stand un­moved,
With Christ her strength and shield.

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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 the skep­tics turn to hear.

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