1 There’s a goal in the distance before us
That our souls fondly hope to attain,
And with eyes fixed on Him who is o’er us
We press on to the mark with His train.
“Jesus only!” we shout as our watchword;
“Jesus only!” we plead at the throne.
O the joy that His service awakens!
O the peace in His presence known!
2 Each new morn o’er the hilltops of duty,
Soft and clear comes the call, “Follow Me!
There’s no time for the past and its beauty;
There is work in the present for thee.” [Refrain]
3 With a love born of love interceding,
Into line with His armor we go;
We are ready to follow His leading
Anywhere He directs ‘gainst the foe. [Refrain]Source: Williston Hymns #8