Awake my soul stretch every nerve-731
I press toward the mark for the
prize of the high calling of God
Phil 3:14
Awake, my soul, stretch every
nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way,
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way,
’Tis God’s all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
’Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,
That calls thee from on high;
’Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,
Blest saviour introduced by thee
Have I my race begun
And crowned with victory at Thy
feet
I’ll lay my honours down
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