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On toward the goal! Press on (Alternate Tune)

Lord, I take up my cross; I would follow Thee

For every sin however deep

I love, I love my Master

Praise God for tidings glad

Though Christ a thousand times

Caught by the foe, prisoned were we

Thy Word is like a storehouse, Lord

Glory be to God

In Eden’s garden fair we see