Awake, our souls! away
Awake, our souls! away, our fears! Let every trembling thought be gone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.
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.
O mighty God, Thy matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. From Thee, the ever‑flowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
Swift as the eagle cleaves the air, We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire along the heavenly road.
Bible Students Hymnal
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