1 Onward, right onward!
Heeding no toil or pain;
Onward, right onward!
Eager the prize to gain.
Darkly the clouds may gather,
Coldly the rain may fall;
Starless the night’s deep shadows,
But there is light for all.

2 Onward, though round us
Billows may roll and toss;
Onward, though hearts ache,
Moaning with sense of loss.
Closely beside us walketh,
Death with his sable pall;
Deep are the pangs he bringeth,
Yet there is joy for all.

3 Onward and upward!
Never so dark a time,
But beams from Heaven
Onto our pathway shine.
Never in deepest sorrow,
Over our dead we weep,
But that a hope from Heaven,
Into our hearts may creep.