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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;
Soon your Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings |
Meter: | 7s & 6s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Communion: With God; Happiness: of fellowship with God and Christ(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Seagrave |