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O Sing to me of heav'n.
When I am called to die;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy
To waft my soul on high.
There'll be no sorrow there;
There'll be no sorrow there;
In heav'n above where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my dying brow,
Break forth in songs of joyfulness
Let heav'n begin below.
There'll be no sorrow there;
There'll be no sorrow there;
In heav'n above where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
When the last moments come,
O, smooth my dying face,
To catch the bright5, seraphic gleam
Which o'er my features plays.
There'll be no sorrow there;
There'll be no sorrow there;
In heav'n above where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
Then to my raptured ear.
Let one sweet song be giv'n;
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heav'n.
There'll be no sorrow there;
There'll be no sorrow there;
In heav'n above where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1840
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 100:2;
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