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Run with patience.
Heb. 12:1.
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands your zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 ’Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high:
’Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thy aspiring eye.
3 A cloud of witnesses around
Holds thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge the way.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have we our race begun!
And crowned with victory at thy feet
We’ll lay our honors down.
Doddridge.