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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Staff Notation • Sacred, Hymns
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Different typesettings and voicings of the same work. This page shows the main edition; the others are below.
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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve by George Fredrick Handel — Lyrics
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
and press with vigor on;
a heavenly race demands thy zeal,
and an immortal crown,
and an immortal crown.
A cloud of witnesses around
hold thee in full survey;
forget the steps already trod,
and onward urge thy way,
and onward urge thy way.
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About Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Handel’s setting of Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve opens with a powerful, invigorating call to action. The SATB choir enters with purpose, reflecting the text’s exhortation to press on with vigor in a heavenly race. This English sacred work draws its text from a hymn, emphasizing the spiritual journey and the ultimate prize of an immortal crown. The music mirrors the text’s energy, urging the singers to push forward as a cloud of witnesses observes their progress. It’s a piece that demands commitment from the choir, embodying the striving and aspiration described in its fervent message.
