1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears,
let ev'ry trembling thought be gone;
awake, and run the heav'nly race,
and put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
and mortal spirits tire and faint,
but they forget the mighty God,
who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint;
3 thee, mighty God, whose matchless power
is ever new and ever young,
and firm endures, while endless years
their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
while such as trust their native strength
shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle mounts the air,
we'll mount aloft to thine abode;
on wings of love our souls shall fly,
nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.
|First Line:||Awake, our souls, away, our fears|
|Title:||Awake, Our Souls, Away, Our Fears|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Topic:||God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob|