SDA Hymnal 611
Awake, My Soul!
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1Awake, 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.
3A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
4Blest Savior, introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet
I'll lay my trophies down.
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- Scripture
- 1 Corinthians 9:24; Philippians 3:13-14; Hebrews 12:1
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- 9.6.9.6
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- iambic (da-DUM) · 62% of beats fit
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