1. Through the night of doubt and sor- row On- ward goes the pil- grim band, Sing- ing songs of ex- pec- ta- tion, March- ing to the Pro- mised Land. Clear be- fore us through the dark- ness Gleams and burns the gui- ding light: Bro- ther clasps the hand of bro- ther, Step- ping fear- less through the night.

2. One the light of God's own pres- ence, O'er His ran- somed peo- ple shed, Cha- sing far the gloom and ter- ror, Bright- 'ning all the path we tread: One the ob- ject of our jour- ney, One the faith which nev- er tires, One the earn- est look- ing for- ward, One the hope our God in- spires.

3. One the strain that lips of thou- sands Lift as from the heart of one; One the con- flict, one the per- il One the march in God be- gun: One the glad- ness of re- joi- cing On the far e- ter- nal shore, Where the One Al- might- y Fa- ther Reigns in love for ev- er- more.

4. On- ward, there- fore, pil- grim bro- thers, On- ward, with the cross our aid! Bear its shame, and fight its bat- tle, Till we rest be- neath its shade. Soon shall come the great a- wak- ing, Soon the rend- ing of the tomb; Then the scatt- 'ring of all sha- dows, And the end of toil and gloom.