Scripture Verse

They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31

Introduction

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Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs, Book 1, 1707, num­ber 48. The Chris­tian race.

Music: Trell Lo­well Ma­son, Car­mi­na Sac­ra (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: John H. Wil­kins & Ri­chard B. Car­ter, 1844) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lowell Mason (1792–1872)

Lyrics

Awake, our souls, away, our fears,
Let ev­ery trem­bling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the hea­ven­ly race,
And put a cheer­ful cour­age on.

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.

Thee, migh­ty God! whose match­less power
Is ev­er new, and ev­er young;
And firm en­dures, while end­less years
Their ev­er­last­ing cir­cles run.

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.

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.