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<poem> | |||
Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | |||
Quit, O quit this mortal frame: | |||
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, | |||
O 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! | |||
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? | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #23658: Finale
- Editor: Alan Struck (submitted 2011-06-03). Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 65 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: The Dying Christian to his Soul
Composer: Alan Struck
Lyricist: Alexander Pope
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Vital spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O 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!
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?