114. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6
Amsterdam:
James Nares (1715-1783)
Beethoven:
Ludwig van Beethoven, 1824;
Arr. Edward Hodges (1796-1867)
Robert Seagrave, 1742;
Alt.
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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.
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Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn!
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Savior will return,
To take thee to the skies.
There is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be given.
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