The Psalm-singer's amusement ‎#99

99. The Dying Christian to his Soul An Anthem

Vital spark of Heavnly Flame
Quit oh Quit this mortal frame
Tremb'ling hoping ling'ring flying
Oh the Pain, the Bliss of dying
cease fond Nature cease thy strife
Let me languish into Life

Hark they whisper Angels say
sister Spirits Come away
what is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my Senses Shuts my sight
drowns my Spirits Draws my Breath
tell me my Soul can this be Death

the World recedes, it disappears
Heav'n opens on my Eyes My Ears
with sounds seraphic ring
lend lend your Wings I mount I fly
O Grave where is thy Victory
O Death where is thy sting

Text Information

• First Line: Vital spark of Heavnly flame
• Title: The Dying Christian to his Soul An Anthem
• Author: Pope
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1781

Tune Information

• Name: [Vital spark of Heav'nly flame]
• Key: b minor