Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
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Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,And press with vigor on;A heavenly race demands thy zeal,And an immortal crown.
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'Tis God's all-animating voice,That calls thee from on high;'Tis he whose hand presents the prizeTo thine aspiring eye.
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A cloud of witnesses aroundHold thee in full survey;Forget the steps already trod,And onward urge thy way.
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Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,Our race have we begun;And, crowned with victory, at thy feetWe'll lay our trophies down.