CV. Awake, my soul, stretch e'ery nerve

1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on;
An 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
Which calls thee from on high:
'Tis hos own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 My soul, with sacred ardour fix'd,
The glorious prize pursue;
And meet with joy the high command
To bid this earth adieu.

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First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch e'ery nerve
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: Faith, Holiness and moral Virtues: The Christian Race
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