A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#315

315. Forgetting the Things Behind

Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

’Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
’Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye;—

That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors’ wreaths and monarchs’ gems
Shall blend in common dust.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
• Title: Forgetting the Things Behind
• Author: Doddridge
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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