457 | Church Book#458 | 459 |
Text: | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve |
Author: | Doddridge |
Tune: | WILTSHIRE |
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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve |
Author: | Doddridge (1755) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1890 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Watchfulness and Fidelity; Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity |
Notes: | Alternate tune: #5 or #123 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | WILTSHIRE |
Meter: | C. M. |
Key: | B♭ Major |
Notes: | Composer from index: Sir G. Smart, 1828 |