Stand up, my soul! shake off thy fears
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Stand up, my soul! shake off thy fears,And gird the gospel armor on;Awake and run the heavenly race;Let every trembling thought be gone.
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True, 't is a strait and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,Who is the strength of every saint,—
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The mighty God, whose matchless powerIs ever new and ever young,And firm endures, while endless yearsTheir everlasting circles run.