490Isaiah 40:28-31LM
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
    Who feeds the strength of every saint,—
3  Thee, mighty God! Whose matchless power
    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 faint 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 heavenly road.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748