A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#289

289. Awake my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve

1 Awake, my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on:
A heav'nly 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 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' crowns and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: The Christian Character and Life, In General

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