110 | The Hymnal#111 | 112 |
Text: | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Tune: | CHRISTMAS |
Composer: | George Frederick Handel |
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 | |
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First Line: | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge (1755) |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1916 |
Topic: | Septuagesima; Parochial Missions |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CHRISTMAS |
Composer: | George Frederick Handel (1728) |
Meter: | C.M. |
Incipit: | 34517 65123 34555 |
Key: | E♭ Major |