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.

Let us live while we live.

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

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

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