630
Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings
AMSRERDAM 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6.
PILGRIMAGE
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.
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,
Longs to view His glorious face,
Forward tends to His abode
To rest in His embrace.
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Savior 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.

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.

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, Longs to view His glorious face,
Forward tends to His abode To rest in His embrace.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Savior 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.


   HOME     Go to Hymn #     [1]  [2]  [3]  [ All ]        Index:  Hymn Number   Hymn Title  
   Robert Seagrave, 1742 (1693-1759) James Nares (1715-1783)   
From The Foundery Collection, 1742