| First Line: | Return, O God of love, return |
| Meter: | C.M. |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 56k] [Wide Gif 56k] |
| Midi: | [midi] |
1. Return, O God of love, return, Earth is a tiresome place; How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face? 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.