By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Isaiah xl. 31.
      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.

      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 power
      Is ever new, and ever young;
      And firm endures, while endless years
      Their everlasting circles run.

      4 From thee, the ever-flowing 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 the eagle cuts the air,
      We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
      On wings of love our souls shall fly,
      Nor tire along the heavenly road.