Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Awake my soul stretch every nerve
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune: Christmas
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 151, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAwake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.
Tis God's all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
Tis his own hand presents the prize,
To mine aspiring eye,
To mine aspiring eye.
A cloud of witnesses around,
Holds thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way,
And onward urge thy way.
Blest Savior, introduced by thee,
Have we our race begun;
And crowned with victory at thy feet,
We'll lay our honors down,
We'll lay our honors down.