Note that the book from which this song was taken is currently out of print.
Tis done! lo they come, bright celestials descend,
Saints, angels, and seraphs, their symphonies lend;
The spheres are all vocal, the raptures draw near,
Impartial vibrations resound in my ear.
Cease! cease, then fond nature, oh! cease then thy strife,
And let me now languish and die into life.
Blest powers receive me, I mount on your wing,
O grave where's thy vict'ry, O death where's thy sting.