Classic Poem

1. Oh, sing to me of heaven, When I am called to die,
2. When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high.
Break forth in songs of joyfulness, Let heaven begin below.
There'll be no sorrow there, There'll be no sorrow there,
In heaven above, where all is love, There'll be no sorrow there.

3. When the last moment comes,
Oh, watch my dying face;
To catch the bright, seraphic gleam,
Which o'er my features plays.

4. Then to my raptured soul,
Let one sweet song be given,
Let music cheer me last on earth,
And greet me first in heaven.