1 Our mission cry is, onward!
No time to fold our hands,
The work for souls is earnest,
And all our zeal demands.
The gospel cry is onward,
The summer days are bright,
The harvest fruits are waving
Beneath the rosy light.

Refrain:
Our mission cry is, onward,
The Master calls away,
Our vacant place is waiting,
It must be filled today.

2 Among the poor and lowly
The royal standard bear,
Some precious bud of promise
May bloom for Jesus there.
Go out among the hedges,
And dark abodes of sin,
Proclaim the Saviour’s message,
And bring the wand’rers in. [Refrain]

3 The reaper’s cry is, onward,
Behold the golden sheaves,
And shall our gift to Jesus
Be only withered leaves?
The church of God cries onward,
Then let us all reply,
With his divine assistance
We’ll labor till we die. [Refrain]