Awake My Soul Stretch Every Nerve

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.