We are pressing, on­ward press­ing,
In the straight and nar­row way,
For it lead­eth to the king­dom,
To the land of end­less day.
And we fol­low, glad­ly fol­low,
Counting nei­ther gain nor loss,
In the foot­steps of our Sav­ior,
In the sha­dow of the cross.

While it fall­eth on our path­way,
It will lead our steps aright;
From the pit­falls that beset us,
From the dark­ness to the light.
Of our ho­ly faith the to­ken,
And the sign which seals our vow,
’Tis the sym­bol of our war­fare
And we glad­ly fo­llow now.

We are near­ing, we are near­ing
Heaven, our eter­nal home;
From those man­sions of the bless­èd,
We shall ne­ver wish to roam.
With the Sav­ior we have fol­lowed,
We the crown of life shall wear,
In His pre­sence dwell for­ev­er,
And the cross no long­er bear.