Turn not back nor sheath thy sword :
Let its blade be sharp for conquest
In the battle for the Lord.
From the great white throne eternal,
God Himself is looking down ;
He it is who now commands thee,
2 Take the cross and win the crown.
Onward ! upward ! doing, daring
All for Him who died for thee;
Face the foe and meet with boldness
Danger, whatsoe'er it be.
From the battlements of glory,
Holy ones are looking down ;
Thou canst almost hear them shouting :
On ! let no one take thy crown.”
3 Onward ! till thy course is finished,
Like the ransomed ones before ;
Keep the faith through persecution,
Never give the battle o'er.
Onward ! upward ! till victorious
Thou shalt lay thine armour down,
And thy loving Saviour bids thee
At His hand receive thy crown.