114. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
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Amsterdam:
James Nares (1715-1783)
Beethoven:
Ludwig van Beethoven, 1824;
Arr. Edward Hodges (1796-1867)
Robert Seagrave, 1742;
Alt.
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. | 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. | |