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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
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 | Press Forward | Press forward, press forward | [Press forward, press forward] | Philip Paul Bliss | <cite>The Prize</cite> by George F. Root (Chicago: Root & Cady, 1870) | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() |