A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#541

541. Press Onward to the Mark

Awake, our souls, away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone.
Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

True ’tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.

From Thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust in human strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, our souls, away, our fears
• Title: Press Onward to the Mark
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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