Awake, my soul! Stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

Perish each thought of human pride, let God alone be magnified.

Awake, my soul! Stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

Let us live while we live.

If nobody loves you, be sure it is your own fault.

I am more afraid of doing what is wrong than of dying.