Poem by Philip Doddridge

Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on!
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown,
⁠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.
⁠Tis God's all animating voice That calls thee from on high;
Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye,
To thine aspiring eye.
⁠Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Havel my race be-gun;
And,crowned with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honors down, I'll lay my honors down. Amen.

1. Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

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