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Song Lyrics
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
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Blest Savior, introduced by Thee
Have I my race begun
And crowned with vict'ry, at Thy feet
I'll lay my honors down
I'll lay my honors down
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Words public domain
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