20 Awake my soul
[V1]
Awake my soul! Stretch every nerve, and press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown.
Awake my soul! Stretch every nerve, and press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown.
[V2]
Tis God’s all animating voice, That calls thee from on high;
`Tis he whose hand presents the prize, to thine aspiring eye.
Tis God’s all animating voice, That calls thee from on high;
`Tis he whose hand presents the prize, to thine aspiring eye.
[V3]
A cloud of witnesses around, hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod, and onward urge thy way.
A cloud of witnesses around, hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod, and onward urge thy way.
[V4]
Blest saviour, introduced by the, our race have we begun;
And, crown with victory, at thy feet, we’ll lay our trophies down
Blest saviour, introduced by the, our race have we begun;
And, crown with victory, at thy feet, we’ll lay our trophies down