Through the night of doubt and sorrow

Onward goes the pilgrim band,

Singing songs of expectation,

Marching to the promised land.

Clear before us through the darkness

Gleams and burns the guiding light:

Brother clasps the hand of brother,

Stepping fearless through the night.

One, the light of God's own presence,

O'er his ransomed people shed,

Chasing far the gloom and terror,

Brightening all the path we tread:

One, the object of our journey,

One, the faith which never tires,

One, the earnest looking forward,

One, the hope our God inspires.

One, the strain the lips of thousands

Lift as from the heart of one;

One the conflict, one the peril,

One, the march in God begun:

One, the gladness of rejoicing

On the far eternal shore,

Where the One Almighty Father

Reigns in love for evermore.

Onward therefore, pilgrim brothers,

Onward, with the cross our aid!

Bear its shame, and fight its battle,

Till we rest beneath its shade!

Soon shall come the great awaking;

Soon the rending of the tomb;

Then the scattering of all shadows,

And the end of toil and gloom!