Musical works

The Heavenly Life
We enjoy heavenly pleasures and therefore avoid the earthly stuff. 
No worldly tumult is to be heard in heaven. 
All live in greatest peace. 
We lead angelic lives, yet have a merry time of it besides.
We dance and we spring, We skip and we sing. 
Saint Peter in heaven looks on.
 John lets the lambkin out, and Herod the Butcher lies in wait for it. 
We lead a patient, an innocent, patient, dear little lamb to its death. 
Saint Luke slaughters the ox without any thought or concern. 
Wine doesn't cost a penny in the heavenly cellars; 
The angels bake the bread. 
Good greens of every sort grow in the heavenly vegetable patch, good asparagus, string beans, and whatever we want. 
Whole dishfuls are set for us! 
Good apples, good pears and good grapes, and gardeners who allow everything! 
If you want roebuck or hare, on the public streets they come running right up. 
Should a fast day come along, all the fishes at once come swimming with joy. 
There goes Saint Peter running with his net and his bait to the heavenly pond. 
Saint Martha must be the cook. 
There is just no music on earth that can compare to ours. 
Even the eleven thousand virgins venture to dance, and Saint Ursula herself has to laugh. 
There is just no music on earth that can compare to ours. 
Cecilia and all her relations make excellent court musicians. 
The angelic voices gladden our senses, so that all awaken for joy.