Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone, God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee—press thou on! 2 Listen, Christian, their hosanna Rolleth o’er thee—“God is love,” Write upon thy red-cross banner, “Upward ever—heaven’s above.” 3 By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother! Jesus trod it—press thou on! 4 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver; O, for their sake, press thou on! 5 Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, O no longer Pray thou for thy quick release: 6 Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather, That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus—“Father, Not my will, but thine, be done!” 886 8s & 7s. Here we have no continuing city. Heb. 13:14. Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger, Passing through this darksome vale? Knowest thou not ’tis full of danger, And will not thy courage fail? CHORUS. I am bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me? Hallelujah! praise you the Lord. 2 Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me, Wandering o’er this waste so wide; Yet no harm will e’er befall me, While I’m blest with such a guide. 3 Such a guide—no guide attends thee: Hence for thee my fears arise; If some guardian power befriend thee, ’Tis unseen by mortal eyes. 4 Yes, unseen—but still believe me, Such a guide my steps attends; He’ll in every strait relieve me, He from every harm defends. 5 Pilgrim! see that stream before thee! Darkly winding through the vale; Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee, Would not then thy courage fail? 6 No, that stream has nothing frightful; To its bank my steps I bend; There to plunge will be delightful, Then my pilgrimage will end. 887 8s & 7s. He leadeth me in the paths, etc. Psalm 23:3. Holy Father, thou hast taught me I should live to thee alone; Year by year, thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown; When I wandered, thou hast found me, When I doubted, sent me light; Still thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in thy sight. 2 In the world will foes assail me, Craftier, stronger far than I; And the strife may never fail me, Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come, believing Thou canst give the power I need; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength—the Spirit’s strength, indeed.