Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God has set a guardian legion Very near thee; press thou on. By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won: Tread it without shrinking, brother -- Jesus trod it; press thou on. Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace; While it needs thee, oh! no longer Pray thou for thy quick release. Pray thou, Christian, daily rather That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus, "Father, Not my will, but Thine, be done." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO THE KING OF THULE by HENRI ALLORGE ON THE DEATH OF JAZZ by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |