O ransomed souls, with joyous song, Press along to Glory-land; Extolling grace that saves the race, Press along to glory-land. Press along, glad soul, press along, Giving out the message grand; Letting love, God's love, be your song, Press along to glory-land. The foe may rave, but Christ will save, Press along to Glory-land; The storm may sweep, but He will keep, Press along to glory-land. To join once more those gone before, Press along to Glory-land; With saints to sing before the King, Press along to glory-land. The crown to wear forever there, Press along to Glory-land; To sing His praise through countless days, Press along to glory-land.