Lyra Pastoralis | ||
O Ananias, Azarias, and Misael, bless ye the Lord; praise Him and magnify Him for ever.
“The Lord be praised,” be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir;
To thee He gave the tuneful lyre,
For Him be struck each trembling string:
From morn to morn, as on lark's wing,
Ascend thy music, high and higher:
“The Lord be praised,” be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir.
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir;
To thee He gave the tuneful lyre,
For Him be struck each trembling string:
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Ascend thy music, high and higher:
“The Lord be praised,” be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir.
Nay, to a cherub's pinion cling,
And worship with a seraph's fire;
And, with the blessèd saints, aspire
To smite thy harp before the King:
“The Lord be praised,” be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir!
And worship with a seraph's fire;
And, with the blessèd saints, aspire
To smite thy harp before the King:
“The Lord be praised,” be thine to sing,
O Muse of mine, with Nature's choir!
Lyra Pastoralis | ||