
Author: Philip Doddridge Appears in 1,066 hymnals Topics: Holy Scriptures Sufficiency of Lyrics: 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. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 9:24-25 Used With Tune: CHRISTMAS
Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve