The Church Hymnal ‎#377

377. Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ey nerve

1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavn'ly race demands thy zeal.
And an immortal crown,
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 presets the prize
To thine uplifted eye.

4 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 ev'ey nerve
• Author: P. Doddridge
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920
• Topic: General

Tune Information

• Name: CHRISTMAS
• Meter: C.M.
• Key: D Major
• Source: From Handel