409. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

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:
So 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, my soul, O 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.

Text Information
First Line: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Author: R. Seagrave (1742)
Meter: 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.
Publication Date: 1913
Topic: The Church Year: Fifth Sunday after Trinity; Heavenly Mind
Tune Information
Name: [Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]
Composer: J. H. Cornell (1872)
Meter: 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.
Key: A♭ Major



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