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.