Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

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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.