The Voice of Praise ‎#655

655. Awake, our souls! away, our fears!

1 Awake, our souls! away, our fears!
Let every trembling thought be done;
Awake, and run the heavenly 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 every saint.

3 The 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 full supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, our souls! away, our fears!
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 40:29-31
  ;
  1 Corinthians 9:24
• Topic: The Christian Life: Courage and Triumph; The Heavenly Race
• Notes: Public Domain.

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