At a Solemn Music

    Sphere-born harmonious Sisters Voice and Verse！

    Wed your divine sounds and mixt power employ

    Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce；

    And to our high-raised phantasy present

    That undisturbèd Song of pure concent

    Aye sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne

    To Him that sits thereon

    With saintly shout and solemn jubilee；

    Where the bright Seraphim in burning row

    Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow；

    And the Cherubic host in thousand quires

    Touch their immortal harps of golden wires

    With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms.

    Hymns devout and holy psalms

    Singing everlastingly：

    That we on Earth with undiscording voice

    May rightly answer that melodious noise；

    As once we did till disproportion'd sin

    Jarr'd against nature's chime and with harsh din

    Broke the fair music that all creatures made

    To their great Lord whose love their motion sway'd

    In perfect diapason whilst they stood

    In first obedience and their state of good.

    O may we soon again renew that Song

    And keep in tune with Heaven till God ere long

    To His celestial consort us unite

    To live with Him and sing in endless morn of light！