The Dying Christian to His Soul
Vital spark of heavenly flame!Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,And let me languish into life!
Hark! they whisper; angels say,'Sister Spirit, 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!Heaven opens on my eyes! my earsWith sounds seraphic ring!Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!O Grave! where is thy victory?O Death! where is thy sting?
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