Good Christian, onward, upward haste

Good Christian, onward, upward haste,
Dwell not upon the gloomy past;
Let not the mist of useless tears,
Shed over early doubts and fears,
Shadow the heart, or dim the eye,
That should look beamingly on High.

Let it suffice thee to have giv'n
So many years away from Heav'n,
And let the remnant of thy days
Be all one life of prayer and praise,
Too little for that glorious God,
Who bought thee with His precious blood.

Why should'st thou weep, when Jesus died
Joy in believing to provide?
Say, seems it well, to those who know
Nought of religion but thy woe,
That thy redeemed heart and voice
Thus sorrow, when they should rejoice?

Heir of a throne and crown above,
Child of eternal grace and love,
Lift up thine heart, lift up thine eyes,
Press forward to the heavenly prize,
And leave thy doubts and fears to those
Who dare not upon Christ repose!

Then onward, Christian — onward haste,
Dwell not upon the gloomy past;
Let not the mist of useless tears,
Shed over early doubts and fears,
Shadow the heart, or dim the eye,
That should look beamingly on High!