 | At Sunset |  |
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RAFAEL'S ST. CECILIA
Methinks a wondrous harmony
Doth through the ether fall;
My heart, attuned to heavenly joy,
Makes answer to its call.
Doth through the ether fall;
My heart, attuned to heavenly joy,
Makes answer to its call.
A breath divine is in this sky,
So limpid and so blue;
A radiance, streaming from on high,
Makes all things fair and new.
So limpid and so blue;
A radiance, streaming from on high,
Makes all things fair and new.
The mighty rhythm of the spheres
But echoes His behest
Who bids Devotion build her shrine
Deep in the faithful breast.
But echoes His behest
Who bids Devotion build her shrine
Deep in the faithful breast.
The music welcomes low and sweet
The Presence drawing nigh;
Sing, brothers, sing; with measure meet
Salute Heaven's majesty!
The Presence drawing nigh;
Sing, brothers, sing; with measure meet
Salute Heaven's majesty!
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