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!