Awake, our souls ; away, our fears ; Let every trembling thought be gone ; Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.
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-----
3. Thee, mighty God, whose matchless Is ever new and ever young, [power And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.
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.
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.