| 1. Vital spark of heavenly flame, Quit, O quit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, lingering, Flying flying flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! 184 Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life; And let me languish into life. Hark! hark! hark! Hark they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away; Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite— Steals my senses, shuts my sight? 185 Drowns my spirit, draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? Tell me my soul can this be death? The world recedes, it disappears, Heaven opens on my eyes, My ears with sounds seraphic ring, My ears with sounds seraphic ring, My ears with sounds seraphic ring. 186 Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? Thy victory? O grave! Where is thy victory? Thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! I mount! I fly! I mount! I fly, I fly! 187 O grave, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? I mount, I fly, I mount, I fly! O grave, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? | 