1 I am pressing on to the prize that hangs in view,
That never will corrupt, nor ever fade away.
I will do the work of his calling from above,
And in his loving service I never will dismay.

Refrain:
Pressing on, pressing on,
To the prize that hangs in view
Pressing on,
Pressing on,
Pressing on,
To the work I have to do, pressing on.

2 I am pressing on to the things which lie before,
The Master’s work to do, with willing heart and mind,
Walking in the way that is pleasing in his sight,
That others I may guide to that better, brighter land. [Refrain]

3 I am pressing on to the coming brighter day,
When form may labors here I’ll enter bliss above,
For the prize is sure to the faithful unto death,
The prize of life eternal, and everlasting love. [Refrain]