Hymn Display
1
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2
'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis He whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
3
A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
4
Blest Savior, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my trophies down.
Additional Information
Scripture References:
1 Corinthians 9:24, Philippians 3:13-14, Hebrews 12:1
Copyright:
Public Domain
Quick Info
- Hymnal
- Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal
- Number
- #611
- Language
- English