Sphere-born harmonious1 Sisters Voice and Verse!
Wed2 your pine sounds and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce;
And to our high-raised phantasy present
That undisturbd Song of pure concent
Aye sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne
To Him that sits thereon
With saintly shout and solemn jubilee3;
Where the bright Seraphim4 in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow;
And the Cherubic host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal5 harps6 of golden wires
With those just Spirits that wear victorious7 palms.
Hymns8 devout9 and holy psalms10
Singing everlastingly11:
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious13 noise;
As once we did till disproportion'd sin
Jarr'd against nature's chime and with harsh din12
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 obedience14 and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song
And keep in tune15 with Heaven till God ere long
To His celestial16 consort17 us unite
To live with Him and sing in endless morn of light!