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Words: Robert Seagrave, 1742. Music: James Nares
(1715-1783).
RISE, MY SOUL, AND STRETCH THY WINGS
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
towards heaven, thy destined place:
Sun and moon and stars decay,
time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
to seats prepared above.Rivers to the ocean run,
nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
both speed them to their source:
So my soul, derived from God,
longs to view His glorious face,
Forward tends to His abode,
to rest in His embrace.
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Savior will return,
to take thee to the skies:
There is everlasting peace,
rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There will sorrow ever cease,
and crowns of joy be given. |