O Sing to Me of Heav’n

O sing to me of Heav’n

When I am called to die;

Sing songs of ho­ly ec­sta­sy

To waft my soul on high.

When cold and slug­gish drops

Roll off my mar­ble brow

Burst forth in strains of joy­ful­ness

Let Heav’n be­gin be­low.

When the last mo­ment comes

O watch my dy­ing face

And catch the bright ser­aph­ic gleam

Which on earth each fea­ture plays.

Then to my ra­vished ear

Let one sweet song be giv’n;

Let mu­sic charm me last on earth

And greet me first in Heav’n.