Onward, ye pil­grims that jour­ney to Zi­on,
Sing and be joy­ful, what­ev­er be­tide;
Trust in Je­ho­vah, your Lord and your shep­herd,
All that is needed His love will pro­vide.

Refrain

Think of the pro­mise, the soul cheer­ing pro­mise,
Left to en­cour­age the young and the old,
They shall draw wa­ter from wells of sal­va­tion,
Beautiful pro­mise, more pre­cious than gold.

Onward, ye wor­kers, that toil in the vine­yard,
Bearing the bur­den and heat of the day;
Never grow wea­ry, but la­bor with pa­tience,
Heed not the thorns that are strewn in your way.

Refrain

Ye that are thirs­ty and faint in the de­sert,
Come to the wells of sal­va­tion so free;
Drink of their wa­ters, their life giv­ing wa­ters;
Come, there’s a wel­come for you and for me.

Refrain

You who are near­ing the val­ley and sha­dow,
Looking by faith to the bright gold­en shore,
Precious to you are the wells of sal­va­tion,
Sweeter their wa­ters than ev­er be­fore.

Refrain