1. 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.

2. 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

3. 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

4. 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