"I will build My church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." Matthew 16:18
 | Words: Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby, in Songs of Redeeming Love, edited by John R. Sweney, C. C. McCabe, Tullius C. O'Kane and William J. Kirkpatrick (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: John J. Hood, 1887). The references in the last verse to "prairie" and "frontier"remind us that Fanny wrote primarily with an American audience in mind. Little did she know that her songs would come to be published over a worldwide electronic network! Music: John Robson Sweney
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Press on, press on, ye workers,
Be loyal, brave, and true:
Great things the Lord is doing,
And greater things will do;
His army, still increasing
With each revolving year,
Shall send a shout of rapture forth
That all the world shall hear.
Refrain
Rejoice, rejoice, ye workers all rejoice;
O, clap your hands and sing,
O, clap your hands and sing;
God's holy church shall triumph yet,
Triumph yet, triumph yet,
And He shall reign our King,
Shall reign our King.
The walls of leagued oppression
To dust shall fall away;
The sword of truth eternal
No power on earth can stay;
Though all the hosts of darkness
Were marshaled on the field,
The church of God would stand unmoved,
With Christ her Strength and Shield.
Refrain
Behold her marching onward,
In majesty sublime,
Along the rolling prairies
That bound our western clime;
And soon from every hamlet
On all our vast frontier
Glad songs shall rise to Jesus,
While skeptics turn to hear.
Refrain
