Come, children! on to glory,
With every face set fast!
On, toward the golden city
Where we shall rest at last!
Lo, we can tread, rejoicing,
The narrow pilgrim road:
We know the voice that calls us,
We know our faithful God!

Thou now the path be narrow
And steep and rough and lone,
Though crags and tangles cross it-
Praise God! we will go on.
Take heart! the rest eternal
Awaits our weary feet,
From strength to strength, press onward-
The end, how passing sweet!

We follow Jesus’ footsteps-
What if our feet be torn?
Where He has marked the pathway,
All hail the briar and thorn!
Unseen, unheard, unreckoned,
Despised, defamed, unknown,
Yet still, with joy and singing,
On, children! ever on!

On, on, beloved children,
For evening is at hand,
And desolate and fearful
The solitary land!
On, on, with voice of singing
Till from this land of night,
We pass, in glorious music,
Swift upward, out of sight!