#630Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings

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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.
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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 Longs to view His glorious face, Forward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace.
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Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; Press onward to the prize; Soon our 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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Scripture References:

Colossians 3:1-2, Philippians 3:20