CONFLICT AND HEROISM
|134||Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve|
|(CHRISTMAS. C. M.)|
|Doddridge Philip, 1702-1751||George Friedrich Handel, 1728|
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown,
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way, And onward urge thy way.
Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye,
To thine aspiring eye.
And,crowned with victory, at thy feet
|135||My Soul, Be on Thy Guard|
|George Heath, 1781||Lowell Mason, 1830|
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
The battle ne'er give O'er
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown,
Shall bring thee to thy God ;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,