111: Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve


Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

Text information
First Line:Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Title:Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Author:Philip Doddridge (1755)
Meter:C.M.
Language:English
Tune information
Tune name:CHRISTMAS
Composer:George Frederick Handel (1728)
Meter:8.6.8.6
Incipit:34517 65123 34555

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