Onward move, ye foll’wers of the Lord, Trusting in His pow’r, hark’ning to His word; Gird ye on the Spirit’s mighty sword, Working out your own salvation. Refrain God is faithful, He is working, too, Of His pleasure, both to will and do; Now your vow of diligence renew, Working out your own salvation. See before, a crown of glory lies, Run the heav’nly race, reaching for the prize; Forward facing, mount the starry skies, Working out your own salvation. Refrain Marching on as soldiers of the King, Let the hills and plains with rejoicing ring; Ye shall triumph as ye shout and sing, Working out your own salvation. Refrain To yon city bathed in golden light, City of the King, climb the pathway bright; Faith shall vanish, turned to blissful sight, Working out your own salvation. Refrain