1  "On toward the goal!" Press on!

       Alone, yet unafraid;

    He cut the path, who beckons thee,

       On then, and undismayed.

 2  "On toward the goal!" Press on!

       The eyes that are a flame

    Are watching thee, what then are men?

       What matter praise, or blame?

 3  "On toward the goal!" Press on!

       Look not behind thee now,

    When just ahead lies His "Well done,"

       And crowns await thy brow.

 4  "On toward the goal!" Press on!

       Blind, deaf and sometimes dumb

    Along the blood-marked, uphill way,

       Hard after Christ, press on!