Awake, our souls, away, our fears

1.

Awake, our souls, away, our fears

Let every trembling thought be gone

Awake, and run the heav’nly race

And put a cheerful courage on

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

3.

O Mighty God, Thy matchless pow’r

Is ever new and ever young

And firm endures, while endless years

Their everlasting circles run

4.

From Thee, the everflowing spring

Our souls shall drink fresh supply

While such as trust their native strength

Shall melt away, and droop and die

5.

Swift as the eagle cuts the air

We’ll mount aloft to thine abode

On wings of love our souls shall fly

Nor tire along the heav’nly road