1 Onward still, like a monarch great, marches our eternal King,
While the song of the ransomed throng makes the hills and valleys ring;
Facing still all the hordes of sin, making men and nations free,
Sure that vict’ry he will win, is Christ of Calvary.
Refrain:
Exalt his holy name, oh, praise him today!
Let glad hosannas to our King be outpoured;
His mighty love shall win
All nations from their sin,
For the Hero of the ages is our Lord.
2 He is making the whole world bright with the glory of his love,
Giving cheer to the sad ones here, bidding nations look above;
Millions honor the holy name of the King by angels crowned,
And the air rings with his fame wherever man is found. [Refrain]
3 Glory be to the son of God thro’ the ages evermore;
Sing, oh, sing to the mighty King, with the angels him adore;
Tell the story of love divine, give it out with gladsome voice;
This your duty is and mine, till all men shall rejoice. [Refrain]
Source: His Worthy Praise #38