This your watchword, glorious one,
While contending with your lot;
Rest not till the race be done,
And the glorious goal be won,
Upward—onward—falter not.
Onward through the mists of error,
Fearless moving, clear the way;
Acting right: ye'll know no terror,
Though the storm comes near and nearer;
Upward—onward—watch and pray.
Sit not down ... brooding sorrow,
Joy unseen may yet be near;
Let your heart no trouble borrow,
Bright the day that dawns to-morrow,
Upward—onward—never fear.
Action—action; time is speeding,
And your years are short and few;
Work ye must the foremost leading,
Rain and storm but little heeding,
Upward—onward—firm and true.
From the past a lesson learning,
Onward move, by duty led;
With a truthful eye discerning
Right from wrong, nor backward turning,
Upward—onward—straight ahead.
Let no thought of gain or power,
Swerve you from the path of right;
Virtue is a diamond dower;
Growing brighter every hour;
Upward—onward—day and night.
Though life's tempests round you gather,
Tremble not, but press the sod
With firmer step, the storm you'll weather,
Pulling heart and head together,
Upward—onward—trust in God.