Verse 1

AWAKE, our souls! Away, our fears! let every trembling thought be gone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.

Verse 2

True, ’tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God That feeds the strength of every saint.

Verse 3

O mighty God, Thy matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

Verse 4

From Thee, the over flowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and drop, and die.

Verse 5

Swift as the eagle cuts the air, We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire along the heavenly road

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