I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.@Philippians 3:14

Philip P. Bliss, in The Prize, by George F. Root (Chicago, Illinois: Root & Cady, 1870), page 3 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Philip P. Bliss (1838–1876)

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.

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

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.

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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.

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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.

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