The Voice of Praise ‎#585

585. Onward, onward, men of heaven

1 Onward, onward, men of heaven;
Bear the gospel banner high;
Rest not till its light is given--
Star of every pagan sky:
Send it where the pilgrim stranger
Faints beneath the torrid ray;
Bid the hardy forest-ranger
Hail it, ere he fades away.

2 Where the Arctic Ocean thunders,
Where the tropics fiercely glow,
Broadly spread its page of wonders,
Brightly bid its radiance flow:
India marks its lustre stealing,
Shivering Greenland loves its rays;
Afric, 'mid her deserts kneeling,
Lifts the untaught strain of praise.

3 Rude in speech, or wild in feature,
Dark in spirit, though they be,
Show that light to every creature--
Prince or vassal, bond or free:
Lo! they haste to every nation;
Host on host the ranks supply:
Onward! Christ is your salvation,
And your death is victory.

Text Information

• First Line: Onward, onward, men of heaven
• Author: L. H. Sigourney
• Meter: 8s & 7s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Christian Church: Missionary; Missionaries Charged

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