Onward, forward, upward
should be our marching song.
For living in the past time
Why, that's a dreadful wrong.
The new year's a-dawning
Our slate is clean and clear.
The starting trump is sounding
So give a listening ear.
He commissions you to GO
And press toward the mark.
Ours is a High Call
'Tis from the very start.
So run and not be weary,
Walk and never faint.
Praying without ceasing
Is the way for His dear saint.
You may just be tempted
To stray and stay aside;
But gird and steady on,
And constantly abide.
Whether from the mountain,
Or a valley here below,
The victory is for certain,
This one thing I know.
Still onward, forward, upward,
For now the ego's past;
And to the bed confined
Yet soon at home at last.
So onward, forward, upward
Will be my marching song.
I'm in his blessed keeping,
And in that can be no wrong.
-Ronnie L. Williamson
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