Stretch Every Nerve

1Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

2A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod, 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.

4Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet I'll lay my honors down.