English Poetry. Philip Doddridge. Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve. Филип Доддридж.

Philip Doddridge (Филип Доддридж)

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.

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