480. Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry 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,
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,
And onward urge thy 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,
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,
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,
I'll lay my honors down.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve
Author: Philip Doddridge (1755)
Publication Date: 1961
Meter: C. M. with repeat
Scripture: 1 Corinthians 9:24-25; Hebrews 12:1
Topic: Christian Life: The Christian Warfare; Holy Scriptures: Sufficiency of; Pilgrimage and Guidance (3 more...)
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: CHRISTMAS
Composer: George Frederick Handel (1728)
Meter: C. M. with repeat
Key: D Major



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