We are going on; Triumph’s star above us gleaming, Victory on our foreheads beaming, For fresh duties hourly reaching, We are going on, To fulfil each hope and aim, Conquer sickness, sin, and blame, And each erring heart reclaim, Going on, going on. From the darkness of the night, Into morning’s golden light, Sisters, labor on; With the aid of God’s own Science, With no heed of hate’s defiance, Truth and right my sole reliance, I shall labor on.