Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings
Text written in 1742 by Robert Seagrave (1693-1759)
Sung to AMSTERDAY, composed by James Nares (1715-1783) from "The Foundery Collection," 1742
Ephesians 2:6 And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus.
V. 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.
Ecclesiastes 1:7 All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from, there they return again.
V. 2 Rivers to thte 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.
Philippians 3:14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
V. 3 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.
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