Awake, Our Souls, Away, Our Fears

Verse 1

Awake, our souls, away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Thee, mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

Verse 4

From thee the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and drop and die.

Verse 5

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.