The Hymnal ‎#111

111. Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
• Author: Philip Doddridge (1755)
• Meter: C.M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1916
• Topic: Septuagesima; Parochial Missions

Tune Information

• Name: CHRISTMAS
• Composer: George Frederick Handel (1728)
• Meter: C.M.
• Incipit: 34517 65123 34555
• Key: E♭ Major