Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

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    CGS No.: 
    520

    Verse 1
    Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
    And with vigour on;
    A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
    And an immortal crown.

    Verse 2
    A cloud of witnesses around
    Hold thee in full survey;
    Forget the steps already trod,
    And onward urge thy way.

    Verse 3
    'Tis God's all-animating Voice
    That calls thee from on high;
    'Tis His own Hand presents the prize
    To thine aspiring eye.

    Verse 4
    Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,
    Have I my race begun;
    And crown'd with victory, at Thy feet,
    I'll lay my honours down.