Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God has set a guardian legion Very near thee; press thou on. By the thorn road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother, Jesus trod it; press thou on. Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, oh, no longer Pray thou for thy quick release. Pray thou, Christian, daily rather That thou be a faithful son, By the prayer of Jesus, ?Father Not my will, but Thine, be done.