576: Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve


1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands your zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.

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

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

4 That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarch's gems
Shall blend in common dust,
Shall blend in common dust.

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by you,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with vict'ry, at your feet
I'll lay my honors down,
I'll lay my honors down.

Text information — copy
First Line:Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Title:Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve
Author:Philip Doddridge (1755; Mod.)
Meter:C.M.rep.
Scripture:Hebrews 12:2; 2 Timothy 4:8; 1 Corinthians 9:24-25; Ephesians 6:10-11; Hebrews 12:1; Philippians 3:14; 1 Corinthians 9
Topic:The Christian Life | Christian Warfare; Pilgrimage and Guidance; The Christian Race; Rewards; Zeal
Language:English
Tune information — copy
Tune name:CHRISTMAS
Arranger:Lowell Mason (1821)
Composer:George Frederick Handel (1728)
Meter:C.M.rep.
Key:C Major
Source:From George Frederick Handel, Siroe,1728

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