Press on! press on! ye sons of light,
Untiring in your holy fight,
Still treading each temptation down,
And battling for a brighter crown.
Press on! press on! through toil and woe,
Calmly resolved to triumph go,
And make each dark and threatening ill
Yield but a higher glory still.
Press on! press on! still look in faith
To Him who vanquished sin and death,
And, till you hear His high
True to the last, press on! press on!