A Choice Collection of Hymns, in which are some never before printed ‎#I

I. America's future glory and happiness

1 Come rise, my soul, to noble things,
And trace our future state;
And joyful stretch thy fancy's wings,
And look for glory great.

2 Behold our western world emerge,
And far outshine the moon;
No longer sunk, it will enlarge,
And rise in glory soon.

3 See the bright morn of light appear,
As day breaks from the skies;
Our woes are gone, and every tear
Is banish'd from our eyes.

4 Fair liberty exalts her plumes,
And freedom takes the throne;
Justice, the seat of pow'r assumes,
And thrall no ore is known.

5 Truth lifts its standard in the field,
And righteousness doth spring;
Ten thousand souls to Jesus yield,
And own hi for their king.

6 Religion rises, with its charms,
And scatters glories round;
Vast numbers flock to mercy's arms,
Where pardons may be found.

7 Religious tyranny no more
The land with bondage fills;
But freedom sounds from shore to shore
And echoes from the hills.

8 The warlike sounds of battle cease,
And swords no more destroy;
The glorious olive branch of peace
Fills ev'ry heart with joy.

9 The fields, where human blood was shed,
Are cloth'd with growing corn;
And pleasant green, instead of red,
Doth hills and plains adorn.

10 The desert wild becomes a field,
And blossoms like a rose;
The barren land doth plenty yield,
And living water flows.

11 No more the lab'rour pines and grieves,
For want of plenty round;
His eyes behold the fruitful sheaves,
Which make his joys abound.

12 No more Christ's ministers complain,
And mourn with weeping eyes;
No longer spend their strength in vain,
For num'rous converts rise.

13 See flocking souls on Jesus wait,
And run to hear his word;
Behold them stand before his gate,
And own him for their Lord.

14 Christ's watchmen now see, eye to eye,
And saints join heart and hand;
Free grace, free grace, is all the cry
Throughout this happy land.

15 This is the glory of our main,
And thus America
Will flourish under Jesu's reign
Amen, amen, I say.

Text Information

• First Line: Come rise, my soul, to noble things
• Title: America's future glory and happiness
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1782

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