Music once more her ancient Pow'r displays,
Resistless now as in Timotheus ' Days;
Our varied Passions change at thy Command
Our correspondent Hearts obey thy Hand.

Who can untouch'd attend the awful Sound?
When swelling Notes proclaim Jehovah crown'd?
Borne on the hallow'd Strains our Souls arise,
Till Heav'n seems present to our ravish'd Eyes.

When to its Source thy Soul shall wing its Flight,
And with eternal Harmony unite,
Thy skilful Hand shall heav'nly Joys improve,
And add new Rapture to the Bliss above.