XLII. Awake our Souls, away our Fears

1 Awake, our Soul, (away, our Fears,
Let ev'ry trembling Thought be gone)
Awake, and run the heavenly Race,
And put a chearful Courage on.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny Road,
And mortal Spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint.

3 The mighty God, whose matchless Pow'r
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless Years
Their everlasting Circles run.
4 From Thee the overflowing Spring,
Our Souls shall drink a fresh Supply,
While such as trust their native Strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air,
We'll mount aloft to thine Abode
On Wings of Love our Souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly Road.

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First Line: Awake our Souls, away our Fears
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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