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.

This God’s All Animating Voice
That Calls Thee From On High;
This 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.