611 Awake My Soul
[1]
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.
[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 God s all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
Tis He whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
[3]
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.
[4]
Blest Savior introduced by Thee
Our race have we begun;
And crowned with victory at Thy feet
We ll lay our trophies down.
Blest Savior introduced by Thee
Our race have we begun;
And crowned with victory at Thy feet
We ll lay our trophies down.