Rejoice, my soul, the trumpet sounds,
And calls thee to the strife;
Forget the things that are behind,
And seek the crown of life.
Press onward, onward, oh, my soul,
Look up to Christ, thy Lord—
You fight, I’ll conquer,
He hath said;
Trust in His faithful word.
A host of witnesses around,
Behold thee in the fight;
Keep on the path their feet have trod,
And keep the crown in sight.
Thy glorious captain from on high,
With joy looks down on thee,
You fight, I’ll conquer, is His word,
I’ll give the victory.