Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#85

85. Awake, our souls, away, our fears

1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint.

3 The mighty God, Whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young;
Shall firm endure while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From Thee, the over-flowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, our souls, away, our fears
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Courage of Christians; God: wonderful in providence; Goodness of God: a ground of trust; Providence; Race: emblem of the Christian life; Resignation; Strength
• Notes: Author from index: Watts

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