1.⁠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,
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 aspiring eye,
To thine aspiring eye.
4.⁠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