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"On toward the goal!" Press on! Alone, yet unafraid; He cut the path, who beckons thee, On then, and undismayed. |
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"On toward the goal!" Press on! The eyes that are a flame Are watching thee, what then are men? What matter praise, or blame? |
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"On toward the goal!" Press on! Look not behind thee now, When just ahead lies His "Well done," And crowns await thy brow. |
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"On toward the goal!" Press on! Blind, deaf and sometimes dumb Along the blood-marked, uphill way, Hard after Christ, press on! |