1 I am pressing toward a city that is far beyond the skies,
To that country which we call the "Promised Land;"
When the golden gates are lifted, as with my dear Lord I rise,
I will enter in to sit at his right hand.
Chorus:
Yes, I'm pressing toward a city never seen by mortal men,
That was promised to the seed of Abraham;
I am pressing toward a city called the New Jerusalem,
I've been washed in the blood of the Lamb.
2 I am pressing toward a city where my loved ones watch and wait,
They have lived in yonder city many years;
But we'll have a joyful meeting when I pass the great pearl gate,
In that land where God shall wipe away all tears. [Chorus]
3 I am pressing toward a city where the saints forever stand,
As with joy they sing their great Redeemer's praise;
I expect to swell the chorus when I join that blood-washed band,
Then my voice and harp shall ring thro' endless days. [Chorus]
4 I am pressing toward a city; brother, won't you go along?
There is room for all who wish to enter there;
There's a robe and crown all ready; come and join the ransomed throng,
Come and occupy your mansion bright and fair. [Chorus]
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #70