O, Sing to Me of Heaven
It seems to be a season of death right now...
Oh, sing to me of heav’n,
When I am called to die;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high.
There'll be no sorrow there;
In heaven above, where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my marble brow:
Break forth in songs of joyfulness,
Let heav’n begin below.
Then to my raptur'd ear,
Let one sweet song begin:
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heav'n.
Click to viewOh, sing to me of heav’n,
When I am called to die;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high.
There'll be no sorrow there;
In heaven above, where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my marble brow:
Break forth in songs of joyfulness,
Let heav’n begin below.
Then to my raptur'd ear,
Let one sweet song begin:
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heav'n.