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Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Hymnal: The New Sabbath School Hosanna #78b (1870) Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things Towards heav'n, 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. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun, Both speed them to their source; So the soul that’s born of God Pants to see his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies; Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Tune Title: AMSTERDAM

Rise, My Soul

Hymnal: Gospel Melodies #82 (1884) First Line: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Languages: English Tune Title: [Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #221 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Towards 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. 2 Cease, my soul, oh cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour 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. Topics: Hope Languages: English

Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #407 (1870) Lyrics: 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. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun,-- Both speed them to their source: To a soul that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon your Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Communion With God; Happiness of fellowship with God and Christ; God the believer's portion Languages: English

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Author: Robert Seagrave Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #438 (1899) Lyrics: 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. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun,-- Both speed them to their source: To a soul that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soony our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: But a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Amen. Topics: Christ Second Advent; Fellowship with God; Heaven Longings for; Life Object of; Portion God, the believer's; Sanctification Languages: English Tune Title: AMSTERDAM

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Hymnal: Hymnal #447 (1871) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things Towards 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. 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour 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. Languages: English

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Author: Robert Seagrave Hymnal: Church Book #452 (1890) Meter: 7.6.7 Lyrics: 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. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God Pants to view His glorious face; Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon your Saviour will return, Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given; All your sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Topics: The Christian Life The Heavenly Spirit; Easter Sunday Languages: English Tune Title: AMSTERDAM

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Author: R. Seagrave Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #489 (1920) Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Toward heav'n, 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. 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn! Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour 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. Topics: General Languages: English Tune Title: AMSTERDAM

Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings

Author: Cennick Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #958 (1873) Lyrics: 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! 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending, seeks the sun,-- Both speed them to their source; So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn,-- Press onward to the prize; Soon your Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Topics: Heaven; Pressing Toward the Mark for the Prize Scripture: Ecclesiastes 1:5-7

Rise, My Soul

Author: Robert Seagrave Hymnal: Sabbath Hymns #37 (1897) First Line: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Languages: English Tune Title: [Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]