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230. Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

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 '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 lustre boast
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

5 Blest Savior, 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, Stretch Every Nerve
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751
Meter: CM
Language: English
Publication Date: 2011
Topic: The Christian Life: Call to Discipleship; Ascension; Ascription (3 more...)
Notes: Alternative tune: ARLINGTON
Tune Information
Composer: Sylvanus B. Pond, 1792-1871
Meter: CM
Key: B♭ Major

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