Come, sing to me of heaven,

When I’m about to die;

Sing songs of holy ecstasy,

To waft my soul on high.

CHORUS.

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.

2 When the last moment comes,

O, watch my dying face,

To catch the bright seraphic glow,

Which on each feature plays.

3 Then to my raptured ear

Let one sweet song be given;

Let music charm me last on earth,

And greet me first in heaven!