Full 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.
’Tis God’s allanimating voice
that calls thee from on high;
’tis his own hand presents the prize
to thine aspiring eye,
to thine aspiring eye.
Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
and press with vigor on;
a heavenly race demands thy zeal,
and an immortal crown,
and an immortal crown.
