Text: | Awake, My Soul |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
1 Awake, my soul, stretch every 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 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.
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First Line: | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve |
Title: | Awake, My Soul |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |