Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
While life's bright morn with rosy hue
Bedecks the the blowers that bathed with dew
Salut the waking eyes
Press forward to the prize.

chorus:
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 heaven's high calling would depart
And doubts and fears arize,
Press forward to the prize.

(chorus)

Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
When more and noon of life are past
And evening shadows lengthen fast,
And swift the daylight flies,
Press forward to the prize.

(chorus)

Press forward, press forward,
Press forward to the prize;
Though sweet the songs we sing below,
A richer prize will heaven bestow
And there our treasure lies,
Press forward to the prize.

(chorus)