Tune: Southern Harmony, 1835
Alto: Mrs. Anna L. (Cooper) Blackshear, 1902
Lyrics: Robert Seagrave, 1742
Meter: Particular Meter: 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from transitory things
To heavín, 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.
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Savior will return,
Triumphant through the skies.
Yet a season, and you know,
Happy entrance will be givín;
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heavín.