2 Bravely may we bear the cross,
Meekly suffer earthly loss,
Patient always in thy sight,
May we struggle for the Right.
3 While we in thy strengh go forth,
Sowing wide the seeds of truth,
May the Spirit's sun and rain
Quicken all the falling grain.
4 Heart to heart, and hand to hand,
One in purpose may we stand;
Thus, in holy union strong,
May we vanquish every wrong.
1 ONWARD, through the mists of error,
Fearless moving, clear the way;
Acting right, ye'll know no terror,
Though the storm comes near and nearer,
Upward! Onward! watch and pray!
2 Action! action! time is speeding!
And our years are short and few;
Work ye must, the foremost leading,
Rain and storm but little heeding,
Upward! Onward! firm and true!
3 From the past a lesson learning,
Onward move, by duty led;
With a truthful eye discerning
Right from wrong, nor backward turning, Upward! Onward! straight ahead!
4 Let no thought of gain or power
Swerve you from the path of right;
Virtue is a diamond dower,
Growing brighter every hour,
Upward! Onward! day and night!
1 My soul, awake, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
Which calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye:
4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.
1 Am I a soldier of the cross,
A foll'wer of the Lamb;
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vain world a friend to grace,
To help us on to God?
3 Shall I be carried to the skies
On flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fight to win the prize,
And sail through bloody seas?
4 I too must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord,
To bear the cross, endure the shame,
Supported by thy word.
1 FEAR ye not the face of clay,—
Preach the truth ;/
It will spring another day,
If you're faithful,
And the holy word obey.
2 What if scorning men oppose?
To your friends and to your foes;
If you're faithful,
These will yield as well as those.
3 With the message from the skies, Preach the truth
To the foolish and the wise;
If you're faithful,
Vice will sink, and virtue rise.
4 If men bear, or men forbear,
Speak the truth;
Truth is never lost in air;
If you're faithful,
You a crown of life shall wear.
1 DUTY points with outstretched fingers,
Every soul to actions high;
Woe betide the soul that lingers-
Onward! Onward! is the cry.
2 Though man's foes may seem victorious,
War may waste, and famine blight,
Still from out the conflict glorious,
Mind comes forth with added light.
3 O'er the darkest night of sorrow,
From the deadliest field of strife, Dawns a clearer, brighter morrow, Springs a truer, nobler life.
4 Onward, onward, onward ever!
Human progress none may stay, All who make the vain endeavor, Shall like chaff be swept away.
1 Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right;
The brave become bolder the darker the night!
Then up and be doing, though cowards may fail;
Thy duty pursuing, dare all, and prevail !
2 If scorn be thy portion, if hatred and loss,
If stripes or a prison, remember the cross!
God watches above thee, and he will requite;
Desert those that love thee, but never the right!
1 TOILING in the earthly vineyard
Many bands have found a place!
Some are nearing to the summit—
Some are at the mountain's base.
2 Progress is the stirring watchword
Cheers them upward to the height:
Canst thou pause and play the laggard,
With its glories full in sight?
3 Who shall tell what bound or barrier
To improvement Heaven designed.?
Who shall dare to fix the limits,
To the onward march of mind?
4 Only He, who into being
Called th' unfathomed human soul,
He for whom the hymn of Progress
Through eternity shall roll!
1 O, WEARY not! O, weary not!
In labor well begun ;
The day is short, and waning fast;
Thy work will soon be done.
2 O, weary not! O, weary not!
Until the sun declines;
There's honor gained from noble toil,
And God the work assigns.
3 0, weary not! O, weary not!
Though hard be thine employ ;
Each sweat-drop forms within the heart
A fount of holy joy.
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