The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 8
Oh, the glories of the future; oh, the joys in store above,
For the spirits who in earth-life choose to serve a God of love;
Not through fear of condemnation; but, with reason for their guide,
Fight against their nature's weakness, fight and win on Jesus' side.
Not a step would I take backward, though the present makes me grieve;
Though the past was bright and joyous, not an hour would I re-live;
"Onward, upward" is my motto, onward to my soul's abode,
Soaring upward, soaring ever, till I reach the feet of God.