Living Hymns ‎#295

295. Awake, my Soul

1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry 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 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye:--

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new luster boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

5 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 ev'ry nerve
• Title: Awake, my Soul
• Author: P. Doddridge
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890

Tune Information

• Name: CHRISTMAS
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: D Major