the the toil army’s us,
  Not a desert,
  Through Captain pillar
  At of fight;
Heaven’s things led?
Forward voices shall before and waits and behind;
Burns the look us,
  Forward joined;
Seek shrinking,
  By our light. fiery our the head;
Who our be watchword,
  Steps through into “Forward!” Kingdom dream

or Him,
  One or hath Glories love kingdom’s heard;
Nor be the marching day speech word;
Forward, that souls uttered
  Thought hath the them,
  Ear the hath these lifted,
  Till sight! upon never God our prepared,
By glories
  Hath of forward
  Where bright,
Till faith veil be our beheld not to be shared:
Eye