International Song Service ‎#285

285. Awake, My Soul

1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
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.

3 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
• Title: Awake, My Soul
• Author: Philip Doddridge
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895

Tune Information

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