Text: | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings |
Author: | Robert Seagrave |
Tune: | AMSTERDAM |
Composer: | James Nares |
1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Toward heaven, thy native place:
Sun and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,--
Both speed them to their source:
To a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view His glorious face,
Upward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soony our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
But a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings |
Author: | Robert Seagrave (1742) |
Meter: | 7s, 6s D. Trochaic |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Topic: | Christ: Second Advent; Fellowship with God; Heaven: Longings for(3 more...) |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | AMSTERDAM |
Composer: | James Nares |
Meter: | 7s, 6s D. Trochaic |