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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

Press forward, press forward, Press forward to the prize

Press forward, press forward, Press forward to the prize

Author: P. P. Bliss
Tune: [Press forward, press forward] (Bliss)
Published in 3 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

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

Author: P. P. Bliss

Philip P. Bliss (b. Clearfield County, PA, 1838; d. Ashtabula, OH, 1876) left home as a young boy to make a living by working on farms and in lumber camps, all while trying to continue his schooling. He was converted at a revival meeting at age twelve. Bliss became an itinerant music teacher, making house calls on horseback during the winter, and during the summer attending the Normal Academy of Music in Genesco, New York. His first song was published in 1864, and in 1868 Dwight L. Moody advised him to become a singing evangelist. For the last two years of his life Bliss traveled with Major D. W. Whittle and led the music at revival meetings in the Midwest and Southern United States. Bliss and Ira D. Sankey published a popular series of hym… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Press forward, press forward, Press forward to the prize
Author: P. P. Bliss
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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The Cyber Hymnal #11970
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  • Noteworthy Composer Score (NWC)

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The Cyber Hymnal #11970

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