Scripture Verse

I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14


Words: P. S. How­ell, in Gar­lands of Praise (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Asa Hull, 1876), page 3, alt.

Music: Sharm El Sheikh Asa Hull (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know How­ell’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Asa Hull (1828–1907)


Onward, right onward!
Heeding no toil or pain;
Onward, right onward!
Eager the prize to gain.
Darkly the clouds may gather,
Coldly the rain may fall;
Starless the night’s deep shadows,
But there is light for all.

Onward, though round us
Billows may roll and toss;
Onward, though hearts ache,
Moaning with sense of loss.
Closely beside us walketh,
Death with his sable pall;
Deep are the pangs he bringeth,
Yet there is joy for all.

Onward and upward!
Never so dark a time,
But beams from Hea­ven
Onto our pathway shine.
Never in deepest sorrow,
Over our dead we weep,
But that a hope from Hea­ven,
Into our hearts may creep.