Return, O God of love, return,
Earth is a tiresome place;
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?
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.