Hymn 20
Awake my soul
Verse 1
Awake my soul! Stretch every nerve, and press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown.
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown.
Verse 2
Tis God’s all animating voice, That calls thee from on high;
`Tis he whose hand presents the prize, to thine aspiring eye.
`Tis he whose hand presents the prize, to thine aspiring eye.
Verse 3
A cloud of witnesses around, hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod, and onward urge thy way.
Forget the steps already trod, and onward urge thy way.
Verse 4
Blest saviour, introduced by the, our race have we begun;
And, crown with victory, at thy feet, we’ll lay our trophies down
And, crown with victory, at thy feet, we’ll lay our trophies down
Text from Christ in Song · © respective copyright holders · shared for worship use
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