1 Oh, sing to me of heav’n,
When I am called to die;
Sing songs, sing songs,
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high;
To waft my soul on high,
Sing songs of holy ecstasy
To waft my soul on high.
2 When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my marble brow:
Break forth, break forth,
Break forth in songs of joyfulness,
Let heav’n begin below,
Let heav’n begin below,
Break forth in songs of joyfulness,
Let heav’n begin below.
3 Then close my sightless eyes,
And lay me down to rest,
And fold, and fold,
And fold my pale and icy hand
Upon my lifeless breast,
Upon my lifeless breast,
And fold my pale and icy hands
Upon my lifeless breast.