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.
Rivers To The Ocean Run, Nor Stay In All Their Course;
Fire Ascending Seeks The Sun; Both Speed Them To Their Source:
So My Soul, That’s Born Of God, Pants To View His Glorious Face,
Upward Tends To His Abode, To Rest In His Embrace.
Fly Me Riches, Fly Me Cares, Whilst I That Coast Explore;
Flattering World, With All Thy Snares, Solicit Me No More.
Pilgrims Fix Not Here Their Home; Strangers Tarry But A Night;
When The Last Dear Morn Is Come, They’ll Rise To Joyful Light.
Cease, Ye Pilgrims, Cease To Mourn, Press Onward To The Prize;
Soon Thy Savior 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.
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