Text: | Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Tune: | CHRISTMAS |
Composer: | George F. Handel |
1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold you in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls you from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,
To thine aspiring eye.
4 Blest Savior, introduced by Thee
Have I my race begun;
And crowned with vict'ry, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down,
I'll lay my honors down.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve |
Title: | Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge (1755) |
Meter: | C.M. Repeats |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1974 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Conflict |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CHRISTMAS |
Composer: | George F. Handel (Arr.) |
Meter: | C.M. Repeats |
Key: | Dâ™ Major |
Source: | Weyman's Melodia Sacra, 1815 |