The Hymnal and Order of Service ‎#506

506. Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly 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 aspiring eye.

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

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And crowned with vict'ry, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve
• Title: Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve
• Author: Philip Doddridge
• Publication Date: 1937

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