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474. Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

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

2 A cloud of witnesses around
hold thee in full survey;
forget the steps already trod
and onward urge your way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
that calls thee from on high;
'tis his own hand presents the prize
to thine 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.

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee
have I my race begun,
and crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.

Text Information
First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Title: Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve
Author: Philip Doddridge
Publication Date: 1985
Meter: CM
Scripture: ; ; ; ;
Topic: Call and Response; Faith and Aspiration; PILGRIMAGE AND CONFLICT
Language: English
Tune Information
Composer: H. J. Gauntlett (1852)
Meter: CM
Key: D Major

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