First Line: Onward, upward, homeward ! joyfully I flee,

Onward, upward, homeward ! joyfully I flee
From this world of sorrow, with my Lord to be :
Onward to the glory ; upward to the prize ;
Homeward to the mansions far above the skies.

Onward to the glory ! upward to the prize!
Homeward to the mansions far above the skies I

2 Onward, upward, homeward ! here I find no rest ;
Treading o'er the desert which my Saviour pressed.
Onward, upward, homeward ! I shall
soon be there ;
Soon its joys and pleasures I, through grace, shall share.

3 Onward, upward, homeward ! come along with me ;
Ye who love the Saviour, bear me company.
Onward, upward, homeward ! press with vigour on ;
Yet a little moment, and the race is won.