Awake, Our Souls Away, Our Fears ;
Let Every Trembling Thought Be Gone ;
Awake, And Run The Heavenly Race,
And Put A Cheerful Courage On.

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

Thee, Mighty God, Whose Matchless
Is Ever New And Ever Young, [Power
And Firm Endures, While Endless Years
Their Everlasting Circles Run.

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.

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.

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