WHILE I LISTEN TO THY VOICE.
Reading edition
1 While I listen to thy voice, Chloris! I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my fleeting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound, Which destroys without a wound.
2 Peace, Chloris! peace! or singing die, That together you and I To heaven may go; For all we know Of what the blessed do above, Is, that they sing, and that they love.