20 Awake, My Soul
Awake my soul! Stretch every nerve, and press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown.
Tis Gods all animating voice, That calls thee from on high;
`Tis he whose hand presents the prize, to thine aspiring eye.
A cloud of witnesses around, hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod, and onward urge thy way.
Blest saviour, introduced by the, our race have we begun;
And, crown with victory, at thy feet, well lay our trophies down
If you were blessed by this website. Consider donating to keep it running for your next visit and other visitors.
For the SDA Hymnal visit https://sdahymnal.net/
For the Ndebele Zulu hymnal visit https://ukrestuesihlabelelweni.com/
Positive words https://positivewordsdictionary.com/