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

1 Awake, our souls! away, our fears!
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone!
Awake and run the heav'nly 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 pow'r,
Is ever new and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From him, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a large supply;
While such as seek refreshing draughts
From mortal streams, shall droop and die.

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

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First Line: Awake, our souls! away, our fears!
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: Confidence and Resignation: God the Strength of his People
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