1 Onward, press onward, the great command,
Who'll be the first to joint our band,
Who from the snares of the world will fly,
And prove the joys that will never die.
Chorus:
Soldiers for Jesus,
Soldiers for Jesus,
Soldiers for Jesus we will be.
Honor and glory, and praise we'll give,
To him who died and has made us free.
2 What have we done in the week that's past,
What if this hour should be our last;
Have we been seeking with earnest heart,
To choose, like Mary, the better part.
3 Onward, still onward, our way pursue,
Working with zeal and courage too;
Bearing with patience the ills we meet,
'Tis grief that makes every joy more sweet.
Source: The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes #276