#549Stretch Every Nerve

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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
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A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.
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'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.
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Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Have I my race begun; And, crowned with victory, at thy feet I'll lay my honors down.

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