1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Towards heav'n, 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 the soul that’s born of God
Pants to see 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 |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Notes: | Tune for 254 and 274 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a) |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | AMSTERDAM |
Meter: | 7s & 6s. |
Key: | G Major or modal |