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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, and press with vigor on; a heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown. 
A cloud of witnesses around hold thee in full survey: forget the steps already trod, and onward urge thy way. 
'Tis God's all-animating voice that calls thee from on high; 'tis his own hand presents the prize to thine aspiring eye. 
That prize, with peerless glories bright, which shall new luster boast, when victor's wreaths and monarchs' gems shall blen in common dust. 
Blest Savior, introduced by thee, have I my race begun; and, crowned with victory, at thy feet I'll lay my honors down. 
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