The Psalms of David ‎#I.XLVIII

I.XLVIII. Awake, our Souls, away our Fears

1 Awake our Souls, (away our Fears,
Let ev'ry trembling Thought be gone)
Awake, and run the heav'nly Race,
And put a chearful Courage on.

2 True, 'tis a straight and thorny Road,
And mortal Spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint.

3 O mighty God, whose matchless Pow'r
Is ever new, and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless Years
Their everlasting Circles run.

4 From Thee, the overflowing Spring,
Our Souls shall drink a fresh Supply,
While such as trust their native Strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

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 heav'nly Road.

Text Information

• First Line: Awake, our Souls, away our Fears
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 40:28-31
• Topic: Courage and Constancy; Persevering Grace; Spiritual Race; Strength from Heaven; Victory of Christ over Satan; Zeal in the Christian Race

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