Onward, Upward, Homeward

Onward

up­ward

home­ward

Hastily I flee:

From this world of sor­row

With my Lord to be;

Onward to the glo­ry

Upward to the prize

Homeward to the man­sions

Far above the skies.

Onward to the glo­ry

Upward to the prize

Homeward to the man­sions

Far above the skies.

Onward

up­ward

home­ward

Here I find no rest;

Treading o’er the des­ert

Which my Sav­ior pressed;

Onward

up­ward home­ward

I shall soon be there;

Soon its joys and plea­sures

I

through grace

shall share.

Onward

up­ward

home­ward

Come along with me;

Ye who love the Sav­ior

Bear me com­pa­ny;

Onward

up­ward

home­ward

Press with vi­gor on;

Yet a lit­tle while

And the race is won.