Church Book ‎#452

452. 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, 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 your sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.

Text Information

• First Line: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
• Author: Robert Seagrave (1742, a.)
• Meter: 7, 6, 7.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Topic: The Christian Life: The Heavenly Spirit; Easter Sunday
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Alternate tune: #333

Tune Information

• Name: AMSTERDAM
• Meter: 7, 6, 7.
• Key: G Major
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Composer from index: Dr. Jas. Nares, 1715-83