Lyrics
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. Then wake, my soul,
stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
|:And an immortal crown.:|
5. That prize with
peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths
and monarch's gems
|:Shall blend in common dust.:|
6. Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet
|:I'll lay my honors down.:|
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8. Awake, our souls! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
The heavenly race demands our seal,
|: And an immortal crown. :|
9. Awake, our souls! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly prize demands thy zeal,
|: And an immortal crown. :|
10. A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold us in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
|: And onward urge your way. :|
11. ‘Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls us from on high;
‘Tis his own hand presents the prize,
|: And brings salvation nigh. :|
12. Blessed Saviour, through thy grace alone,
Have we our race begun;
And crowned with victory at thy feet
|: We’ll lay our honours down. :|