Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#450

450. Awake, my soul; stretch ev'ry nerve

1 Awake, my soul; stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

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

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye;--

4 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 ev'ry nerve
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christians: their life and experience; Exaltation of Christ; Race: emblem of the Christian life; Watchfulness
• Notes: Author from index: Doddridge

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