Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
Representative text
As printed in The Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal (1985), no. 611.
Verse 1
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
Verse 2
’Tis God’s all animating voice That calls thee from on high; ’Tis He whose hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.
Verse 3
A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.
Verse 4
Blest Savior, introduced by Thee, Our race have we begun; And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet We’ll lay our trophies down.