Single Rose with Forward! by our watchword and I cannot always trace the way

  Forward!  be our watchword,
  Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
  Not a look behind:
Burns the fiery pillar
  At our army’s head;
Who shall dream of shrinking,
  By our Captain led?
Forward through the desert,
  Through the toil and fight:
Jordan flows before us,
  Zion beams with light!

  Forward!  flock of Jesus,
  Salt of all the earth,
Till each yearning purpose
  Spring to glorious birth:
Sick, they ask for healing;
  Blind, they grope for day;
Pour upon the nations
  Wisdom’s loving ray.
Forward, out of error,
  Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness,
  Forward into light!

  Glories upon glories
  Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love him
  One day to be shared:
Eye hath not beheld them,
  Ear hath never heard;
Nor of these hath uttered
  Thought or speech a word:
Forward, marching eastward
  Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
  Till our faith be sight!

  Far o’er yon horizon
  Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth;
  That fair home is ours:
Flash the streets with jasper,
  Shine the gates with gold;
Flows the gladdening river
  Shedding joys untold;
Thither, onward thither,
  In the Spirit’s might:
Pilgrims to your country,
  Forward into light!

Henry Alfordymnal
I cannot always trace the way
  Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;
But I can always, always say
  That God is love.

When fear her chilling mantle throws
  O’er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home upsprings,
  For God is love.

When mystery clouds my darkened path,
  I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
  That God is love.

Yes, God is love: a thought like this
  Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
  For God is love.

Sir John Bowring