The Christian Race

Verse 1

Awake, our souls; away, our fears; let every trembling thought be gone; awake and run the heavenly race, and put a cheerful courage on.

Verse 2

True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, and mortal spirits tire and faint; but they forget the mighty God that feeds the strength of every saint:

Verse 3

The mighty God, whose matchless power is ever new and ever young, and firm endures, while endless years their everlasting circles run.

Verse 4

From thee, the overflowing spring, our souls shall drink a fresh supply, while such as trust their native strength shall melt away, and droop, and die.

Verse 5

Swift as an eagle cuts the air, we'll mount aloft to thine abode; on wings of love our souls shall fly, nor tire amidst the heavenly road.