Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint;
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years