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,

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.