O Sing to me of Heaven - Chilhowie Primitive Baptist Church

[JM]

O Sing to me of Heaven (page 60 - New Baptist Songbook 2007)

O Sing to me of Heaven.
When I am called to die.
Sweet songs of holy ecstasy.
To waft my soul on high.

CHORUS:
There'll be no sorrow there.
There'll be no sorrow there.
In Heaven above where all his love.
There'll be no sorrow there.

When cold and sluggish drops.
Roll off my marble *dying* brow.
Break forth in songs of joyfulness.
Let Heaven begin below.

When the last moments come.
O, watch *sooth* my dying face.
To catch the bright seraphic gleam.
Which o'er my features play.

Then to my raptured ear.
Let one sweet song be given;
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in Heaven.

Then round my senseless clay.
Assemble those I love,
And sing of Heaven, delightful Heaven,
My glorious home above.

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[Cymro]

Call me old fashioned, but the giving out of the line certainly tugs at
the cords of subconscious distant emotional ties. Ties that are refreshed
by our annual visit to the Hebrides, where the Gaelic psalms are still
lined. Give me this over what is called power point, no wonder our
forefathers and present day practioners could memorise the whole of the
Psalms without a psalter. Thanks again for this"injection."