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]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11970
Bliss, Philip, b. at Clearfield County, Pennsylvania, July 9, 1838. In 1864 he went to Chicago in the employ of Dr. George F. Root, the musician, where he was engaged in conducting musical Institutes, and in composing Sunday School melodies. Originally a Methodist, he became, about 1871, a choirman of the First Congregational Church, Chicago, and the Superintendent of its Sunday Schools. In 1874 he joined D. W. Whittle in evangelical work. To this cause he gave (although a poor man) the royalty of his Gospel Songs, which was worth some thirty thousand dollars. His death was sudden. It occurred in the railway disaster at Ashtabula, Ohio, Dec. 30, 1876. ... Some of his verses have obtained wide popularity in most English-speaking countries. T… Go to person page >
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