Let us press on!
The heavenly prize resplendent shines before us,
The darkest hour is that before the dawn,
The chariots of God are round us, o’er us
Love’s bright blue banner waves—let us press on!
Let us press on!
The bog abyssmal woefully increases,
The dread apostasy now near has drawn,
God’s holy Word is being torn in pieces;
Bold with the sword unsheathed—let us press on!
Let us press on!
We shall not faint before the hosts infernal,
Their confidence is shaken, courage gone,
Once did they grapple with the Son eternal,
Headlong and broken fell—let us press on!
Let us press on!
Called to a throne, a kingdom never-ending,
A city bright that hath the sun outshone,
A mighty Saviour His redeemed defending,
And leading in the fight—let us press on!
Let us press on!
With thankful hearts let us embrace our calling,
And for safe-keeping raise our orison.
To Him who can preserve our feet from falling
And give us victory—let us press on!
Let us press on!
With wicked spirits is the conflict raging:
Retreat is closed, we’ve passed the rubicon!
For our destruction are they warfare waging,
But God is on our side—let us press on!
Let us press on!
The land is ours, tho’ held by the Pretender,
So must we watchful be; rest comes anon.
Our battle-cry is “CHRIST!” AND “NO SURRENDER!”
Courage! The goal is near! LET US PRESS ON!