Text: | The pilgrim's Song |
1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Tow'rds heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and hast away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of GOD
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be giv'n,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heav'n.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings |
Title: | The pilgrim's Song |
Meter: | 7 and 6, 7 and 6, three 7 and 6, |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | The Pilgrim's Song |
Source: | The Coll. |
Notes: | Public Domain. |