
Hymnal: BW1870 #85 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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.
2 True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint.
3 The mighty God, Whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young;
Shall firm endure while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
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 droop and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. Topics: Courage of Christians; God wonderful in providence; Goodness of God a ground of trust; Providence; Race emblem of the Christian life; Resignation; Strength Languages: English
Awake, our souls, away, our fears