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The Christianís Race 187

Tune: Dr. A. L. Martin; Arranged by Wilson Marion Cooper, 1902
Lyrics: Philip Doddridge, 1755
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Awake, my soul, in joyful songs,
And press with vigor on;
A heavínly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.


Awake! awake my soul!
And press with vigor on;
Awake, awake, press onward now
íTill all thy work is done.

A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.


íTis Godís all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
íTis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.


That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new luster boast,
When victorís wreaths and monarchís gems
Shall blend in common dust.

Tenor, as sung by the lamented Rev. Dr. A. L. Martin, a fearless, and one of the most powerful preachers of this ageósainted memory.