1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
and press with vigor on;
a heav'nly race demands your zeal,
and an immortal crown,
and an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
hold you in full survey;
forget the steps already trod,
and onward urge your way,
and onward urge your way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
that calls you from on high;
'tis his own hand presents the prize
to your aspiring eye,
to your aspiring eye.
4 That prize with peerless glories bright,
which shall new lustre boast,
when victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
shall blend in common dust,
shall blend in common dust.
5 Blest Savior, introduced by you,
have I my race begun;
and, crowned with vict'ry, at your feet
I'll lay my honors down,
I'll lay my honors down.
|First Line:||Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve|
|Title:||Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge (1755; Mod.)|
|Topic:||The Christian Life: Christian Warfare; Pilgrimage and Guidance; The Christian Race(1 more...)|
|Arranger:||Lowell Mason (1821)|
|Composer:||George Frederick Handel (1728)|
|Source:||From George Frederick Handel, Siroe,1728|