84 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings

p.84

Tune: Amsterdam, Foundery Collection (John Wesley), 1742

Words: Robert Seagrave, 1742

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.

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.

112 Copernicus

p.112

Tune: The Last Words of Copernicus, Sarah Lancaster, 1869

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1755


Ye golden lamps of heav’n farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

335 Savior, visit thy plantation

p. 335

Tune: Return again, arr William L Williams, 1850

Text: John Newton, 1779

Savior, visit Thy plantation,

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless Thou return again.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high!
Lest for want of Thy assistance,
Ev’ry plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.