Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings ==================================== m: From "Foundery Collection", 1742 w: Robert Seagrave, 1742 Tune: Amsterdam Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6. [Verse 1] Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things Toward heaven, thy destined place. Sun and moon and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. [Verse 2] Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So my soul, derived from God, Longs to view His glorious face, Forward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. [Verse 3] Cease, my soul, then, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon the Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and we know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. [Amen] Amen.