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Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Author: Rev. Robert Seagrave Hymnal: The Hymnal #264 (1950) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6 Lyrics: 1 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. 2 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, derived from God, Longs to view His glorious face, Forward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. 3 Cease, my soul, then, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon the Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and we know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Amen. Topics: The Life in Christ Aspiration; Christ Second Coming, His; Eternal Life; Perseverance; Processionals Languages: English Tune Title: AMSTERDAM

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: Robert Seagrave Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #837 (1886) 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, 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: Waiting for Christ Closing Work 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]

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Author: Robert Seagrave Hymnal: The Hymnal #114a (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6 Lyrics: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy destined place. Soldiers of the cross, arise! Gird you with your armour bright! Mighty are your enemies, Hard the battle ye must fight. O'er a faithless fallen world, Raise your banner in the sky! Let it float there wide unfurled! Bear it onward! lift it high! Mid the homes of want and woe, Strangers to the living Word, Let the Savior's herald go! Let the voice of hope be heard! Where the shadows deepest lie, Carry truth's unsullied ray! Where are crimes of blackest dye, There the saving sign display! To the weary and the worn Tell of realms where sorrows cease! To the outcast and forlorn Speak of mercy and of peace! Guard the helpless! seek the strayed! Comfort troubles! banish grief! In the might of God arrayed, Scatter sin and unbelief! Be the banner still unfurled, Still unsheathed the Spirit's sword, Till the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdom of the Lord! Topics: Septuagesima; Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: AMSTERDAM