A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#512

512. On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise

1 On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise,
View thine inheritance beyond the skies.
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious.

2 No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending pain,
In that blest country can admission gain;
No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear;
For God's own hand shall wipe the falling tear.
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious.

3 Before the throne a crystal river glides;
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides;
Here the fair tree of life majestic rears
Its blooming head, and sov'reign virtue bears
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious.

Text Information

• First Line: On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise
• Meter: P. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Heaven
• Notes: Public Domain.

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