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CONFLICT AND HEROISM
134 | Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve | ||||
(CHRISTMAS. C. M.) | |||||
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- 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. - Tis God's all animating voice That calls thee from on high;
Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye,
To thine aspiring eye. - Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Havel my race be-gun;
And,crowned with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honors down, I'll lay my honors down. Amen
135 | My Soul, Be on Thy Guard | ||||
(LABAN. S.M.) | |||||
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- My soul, be on thy guard ;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
- O watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give O'er
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore. - Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown, - Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God ;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his blest abode. Amen
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