| First Line: | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings |
| Composer: | F. Price |
| Source: | Dover Selection, p. 167 |
| Meter: | 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6 |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 69k] [Wide Gif 69k] |
| Midi: | [midi] |
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.