1 T’ward the mark my feet are pressing,
On the list my name shall be;
To the race myself addressing,
’Till the bright reward I see.

Refrain:
O the race, the race I’m winning!
Onward! onward let me fly!
O the race! ’tis now beginning,
Onward! onward till I die.

2 T’ward the mark my feet are pressing,
Sin in vain her snares shall spread;
Tho’ I stumble, still progressing,
Safely by the Spirit led. [Refrain]

3 T’ward the mark I’m daily pressing,
Death shall clasp my feet in vain;
’Tis the goal where waits the blessing,
Dying, shall with Christ, be gain. [Refrain]