Onward, Chris­tian, though the re­gion
Where thou art be drear and lone;
God has set a guard­ian le­gion
Very near thee; press thou on.

By the thorn road, and none oth­er,
Is the mount of vi­sion won;
Tread it with­out shrink­ing, bro­ther,
Jesus trod it; press thou on.

By thy trust­ful, calm en­dea­vor,
Guiding, cheer­ing, like the sun,
Earth-bound hearts thou shall de­li­ver;
O, for their sake, press thou on!

Be this world the wis­er, strong­er,
For thy life of pain and peace;
While it needs thee, oh, no long­er
Pray thou for thy quick re­lease.

Pray thou, Chris­tian, dai­ly ra­ther
That thou be a faith­ful son,
By the pray­er of Je­sus, Fa­ther
Not my will, but Thine, be done.