1 On to the front, for the fight is on!
This is not the time for dreaming!
See! on the breeze of the early dawn
Banners of the foe are streaming!
Into position for battle drawn,
And with weapons brightly gleaming,
Now from the hilltop of vantage-ground
Loud their battle-cries resound.
Onward to the conflict!
Fearless, like a soldier true;
Press into the battle,
Your Commander calls for you.
2 On to the front, nor the danger fear,
Satan’s forces cannot harm you;
Let no the hordes that are pressing near
In their proud array alarm you;
Be not dismayed by the foeman’s cheer,
Let no evil pow’r disarm you!
Trust in the Lord for your strength to win
Over all the ranks of sin. [Refrain]
3 On to the front! he who smote the sea,
And its angry waves divided,
Is thy Commander, and surely he
For the vict’ry hath provided.
Trust in his power, and ever be
By his love and wisdom guided;
Keep up the fight till the whole worlds sings
Praise unto the King of kings. [Refrain]
Source: Sunday School Voices: a collection of sacred songs #108