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1 |
Rise my soul and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace, Rise from all terrestrial things T'wards 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. |
RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings,, Stanza 1 |
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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, Upwards tends to His abode To rest in His embrace. |
RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings,, Stanza 2 |