1.

You’ve placed your hand upon the plow;
Press on, don’t tire.
Obey God’s voice, don’t give up now;
Press on, don’t tire.
Do not look back—be firm and true;
Press on, don’t tire.
Though others mock and laugh at you,
Press on, don’t tire.

2.

Be not afraid, the Lord is nigh;
Press on, don’t tire.
Sustaining power He’ll supply;
Press on, don’t tire.
Just cast on Him your every care.
Press on, don’t tire.
Forsaking all that would ensnare,
Press on, don’t tire.

3.

Although you meet resistance strong,
Press on, don’t tire.
The battle may be hard and long.
Press on, don’t tire.
You surely will triumphant be,
Press on, don’t tire,
If you will battle lawfully.
Press on, don’t tire.

4.

Our precious Bridegroom soon you’ll see;
Press on, don’t tire.
God’s Word in you fulfilled shall be;
Press on, don’t tire.
And you’ll be holy, pure, and true;
Press on, don’t tire.
No wrinkle and no spot in you—
Press on, don’t tire.

Written by Hilda Broks (published in 1914)Composed by Arne VeltenText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ D