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.

then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
and press with vigor on,
a heavenly race demands thy zeal,
and an immortal crown.