The Christian Race XIX.
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 rough and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But we forget the mighty God,
That feeds the Strength of every Saint.
O mighty God, thy matchless Power
Is ever new, and ever
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