Awake My Soul Stretch Every Nerve

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 all animating voice
That calls Thee from on high;
’tis his own hand presents the prize
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.