Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve

1.Awake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal. And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.

2.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.

3.'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.
To thine uplifted eye.

4.Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
And an immortal crown.