Common Praise ‎#382

382. Awake, our souls; away, our fears

1 Awake, our souls; away, our fears;
let every trembling thought be gone;
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
that 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 fresh 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 amidst the heavenly road.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, our souls; away, our fears
• Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2000
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 40:28-31
  ;
  John 7:37-39
  ;
  Matthew 7:13-14
• Topic: Morning

Tune Information

• Name: ST PETERSBURG
• Composer: D. S. Bortniansky, 1752-1825
• Meter: LM
• Key: C Major