598. Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve

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 he whose 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 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Our race have we begun;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
We'll lay our trophies down.

Text Information
First Line: Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
Author: Philip Doddridge
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: The Christian: Warfare and Pilgrimage
Tune Information
Name: ARLINGTON
Composer: Thomas A. Arne
Meter: C. M.
Key: G Major or modal
Notes: Alternate tunes: #794, 354, or 369.



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