HYMN 634

C.M.S 501, H.C 521 C.M (FE 660) 
"I press toward the mark for the prize 
of the high calling of God" - Phi.3:14



1.  AWAKE, my soul! strech every nerve 

     And press with vigour on

     A heav'nly race demands thy zeal 

     And an immortal crown.


2.  A cloud of witnesses around 

     Hold thee in full survey 

     Forget the steps already trod 

     And onward urge thy way.


3.  “'lis God’s all-animatting Voice 

     That calls thee from on high

     'Tis His own Hand presents the prize 

     To thine aspiring eye.


4.  Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee 

     Have I my race begun

     And crown’d with vict’ry, at Thy feet 

     I’ll lay my honours down.  Amen