1 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
and press with vigor on;
a heav'nly 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 Then wake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
and press with vigor on;
a heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
and an immortal crown,
and an immortal crown.