593 | Laudes Domini#594 | 595 |
Text: | The better portion |
Author: | Robert Seagrave |
Tune: | AMSTERDAM |
Composer: | J. Nares |
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 our 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 |
Title: | The better portion |
Author: | Robert Seagrave |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1888 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |