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 '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 lustre 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 victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.
Amen.
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First Line: | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge, d. 1751 |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1917 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Christian Service |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | LONDON NEW |
Meter: | C. M. |
Key: | D Major |
Source: | Scottish Psalter 1635; Present form Playford's Psalter, 1671 |