The Triumph

1 We are marching onward,
To our home on high;
This shall be our watchword,
"Labor till we die!"
For the night is coming,
Soon will set the sun,
When the master calleth,
Let our work be done.

Chorus:
Onward, onward,
Singing as we go;
Soon we'll triumph over ev'ry foe.
Yes, We are marching onward
To our home on high;
This shall be our watchword,
"Labor till we die."

2 Ye who in His vineyard,
Idly stand and wait,
Come and join the workers,
Ere it be too late;
Lest at His appearing,
When He looks for sheaves,
Like the barren fig tree,
Ye'll have naught but leave. [Chorus]

3 Of our Master's coming
We know not the hour,
But 'twill be with glory,
Majesty and power,
If we are but faithful,
Happy shall we be,
When we hear the summons,
"Hither come to me!" [Chorus]

Source: Minnetonka Songs: for Sabbath Schools, compiled especially for the Minnetonka Sabbath-School Assembly #50