Music

1 Music! 'tis sweet to every ear,
Sweet e'en the lonely bird,
When cheerful spring brings back the year,
In leafy woodlands heard.

Chorus:
'Tis sweet to hear a child alone,
Sling from a grateful breast,
And send a hymn to Heav'n's high throne,
In joyful sounds express'd.

2 And sweeter, when in happy throngs
Their tuneful voices meet:
How pleasant are their simple songs,
That music wild and sweet! [Chorus]

3 But sweeter still, when thousands bear
Their praises to the sky,
And young and loving voices share
In one great harmony. [Chorus]

4 Yes, this is sweet, this music now
That we in gladness raise;--
But could we see the throngs that bow
In everlasting praise. [Chorus]

5 Could we but hear the host that sings
To golden harps on high,
How should we long for angels' wings,
Those sweeter songs to try. [Chorus]

6 Well, we may join that heavenly choir,
If we but learn below,
With humble heart, and true desire,
In wisdom's ways to go. [Chorus]

7 'Tis sweet to hear a child alone,
Sing from a grateful breast,
And send a hymn to Heaven's high throne,
In joyful sounds express'd. [Chorus]


Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #24