Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs ‎#43

43. Running the Christian Race

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

2 'Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

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

4 Bless'd Savior, introduc'd by thee,
Have we our race begun;
And crown'd with victory, at thy feet
We lay our laurels down.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
• Title: Running the Christian Race
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1800
• Scripture:
  Philippians 3:12-14

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