Songs We Like to Sing
Published 1912
Awake, My Soul
P. Doddridge George Frederic Handel
Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly 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 all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye,
To thine uplifted eye,
Then wake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.
Amen.
© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman
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