Text: | Awake my soul! stretch every nerve |
Author: | 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 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
4 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 |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Consecration and Activity; Personal Courage |