AXXVIII. Dying Christian

1 Vital spark of heav'nly flame,
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying;
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
Let me languish into life.

2 Hark! they whisper, angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath;
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

3 The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! My ears
With sounds seraphic, ring.
Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly:
Oh grave! where is thy victory?
Oh death, where is thy sting?

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First Line: Vital spark of heav'nly flame
Title: Dying Christian
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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