By day the Lord went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire.@Exodus 13:21
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Henry Alford (1810–1871)
© National Portrait Gallery

Hen­ry Al­ford, 1871. This hymn was writ­ten for the Tenth Fes­tiv­al of the Pa­ro­chi­al Choirs of the Can­ter­bu­ry Di­o­ces­an Un­ion, held in Can­ter­bury Ca­thed­ral, Eng­land.

St. Bon­i­face (Gad­sby) Hen­ry R. Gad­sby, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Henry R. Gadsby (1842–1907)

In Hymns and Their Au­thors (Lon­don: Hod­der and Stough­ton, 1902), Fran­cis Jones gives the fol­low­ing in­for­ma­tion, from Al­ford’s son-in-law, H. E. T. Cru­soe:

It is re­lat­ed in the life of the Rev. J. G. Wood that Mr. Wood once asked the Dean [Al­ford] to write a pro­cess­ion­al hymn for a chor­al fes­tiv­al, and to com­pose the mu­sic also. The Dean was at first a li­ttle over­come by the au­da­ci­ty of the pro­pos­al, but fin­al­ly con­sent­ed, and wrote a ve­ry ad­mir­a­ble hymn.

But, good as it was, it was not the kind of hymn want­ed, and so Mr. Wood wrote off again to the Dean, point­ing out that the hymn was not well adapt­ed to sing on the march. Would he, there­fore, go in­to his ca­thed­ral, walk slow­ly along the course the pro­cess­ion would take, and com­pose ano­ther hymn as he did so? The Dean, not in the least of­fend­ed, did as he was bid, and the re­sult was that grand hymn be­gin­ning For­ward! be our watc­hword.

Forward! be our watchword,
Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind;
Burns the fiery pillar
At our army’s head;
Who shall dream of shrinking,
By our captain led?
Forward through the desert,
Through the toil and fight;
Jordan flows before us;
Zion beams with light.

Forward! When in childhood
Buds the infant mind;
All through youth and manhood
Not a thought behind;
Speed through realms of nature,
Climb the steps of grace;
Faint not, till in glory,
Gleams our Father’s face.
Forward, all the lifetime,
Climb from height to height,
Till the head be hoary,
Till the eve be light.

Forward! flock of Jesus,
Salt of all the earth,
Till each yearning purpose
Spring to glorious birth:
Sick, they ask for healing;
Blind, they grope for day;
Pour upon the nations
Wisdom’s loving ray.
Forward, out of error,
Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light!

Glories upon glories
Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love Him
One day to be shared;
Eye hath not beheld them,
Ear hath never heard;
Nor of these hath uttered
Thought or speech a word;
Forward, marching eastward,
Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
Till our faith be sight.

Far o’er yon horizon
Rise the city towers
Where our God abideth;
That fair home is ours:
Flash the streets with jasper,
Shine the gates with gold;
Flows the gladdening river
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward, thither,
In the Spirit’s might;
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light!

Into God’s high temple,
Onward as we press,
Beauty spreads around us,
Born of holiness;
Arch, and vault, and carving,
Lights of varied tone,
Softened words and holy,
Prayer and praise alone.
Every thought upraising
To our city bright,
Where the tribes assemble
Round the throne of light.

Naught that city needeth
Of these aisles of stone;
Where the Godhead dwelleth,
Temple there is none;
All the saints that ever
In these courts have stood,
Are but babes, and feeding
On the children’s food.
On through sign and token,
Stars amidst the night,
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light.

To th’eternal Father
Loudest anthems raise;
To the Son and Spirit
Echo songs of praise;
To the Lord of glory,
Blessèd Three in One,
Be by men and angels
Endless honor done.
Weak are earthly praises,
Dull the songs of night:
Forward into triumph,
Forward into light!