1 Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Bear the toil, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of life.

2 Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your help, if great your need.

3 Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March, in heavenly armor clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Vict'ry soon shall tune your song.

4 Onward then to battle move,
More than conqu'rors ye shall prove;
Though begirt with many a foe,
Onward, Christians, onward go!