‎#217

217. Race

1. Rise, aspire, my groveling soul,
Vigorous run the heavenly race;
Swift revolving seasons roll.
And reprove thy lingering pace.

2. Rouse thy dull inactive powers,
Careful tread the sacred road;
Be the pilgrims footsteps yours,
Humbly walk before thy God.

3. If dread foes beset thy path,
Gins and snares before thee lie;
These but call for stronger faith,
Fly to Christ, for succour fly.

4. Swiftly rise, why lingerest thou!
Angels bright invite thee home;
Wilt thou midst the world's vain show,
Lightly think of joys to come.

Text Information

• First Line: Rise, aspire, my groveling soul
• Title: Race
• Meter: 7s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1818
• Copyright: Public domain

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