11970. Press Forward

1 Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
While life’s bright morn, with rosy hue,
Bedecks the flowers that bathed with dew,
Salute thy waking eyes,
Press forward to the prize.

Refrain:
Forward, forward,
Press forward to the prize.
Forward, forward,
Press forward to the prize.

2 Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
When in the noon of life thy heart
From Heav’n’s high calling would depart,
And doubts and fears arise,
Press forward to the prize. [Refrain]

3 Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
When morn and noon of life are past,
And evening shadows lengthen fast,
And swift the daylight flies,
Press forward to the prize. [Refrain]

4 Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
Though sweet the songs we sing below,
A richer prize will Heav’n bestow,
And there our treasure lies,
Press forward to the prize. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: Press forward, press forward
Title: Press Forward
Author: Philip Paul Bliss (1870)
Refrain First Line: Forward, forward
Language: English
Source: The Prize by George F. Root (Chicago: Root & Cady, 1870)
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: [Press forward, press forward]
Composer: Philip Paul Bliss
Key: B♭ Major
Copyright: Public Domain



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