Go Ad-Free
If you regularly use Hymnary.org, you might benefit from eliminating ads. Consider buying a subscription.
Text: | Running the Christian Race |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on:
An heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 'Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high:
'Tis hos own hand presents the prize,
To thine aspiring eye.
3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee if full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
4 Bless'd Savior, introduc'd by thee,
Have we our race begun;
And crown'd with victory at thy feet
We lay our laurels down.
Text Information | |
---|---|
First Line: | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve |
Title: | Running the Christian Race |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | The Christian; Christian: Running the race; The Christian Race |