"Let me hear it, then, Ella," said Richard of Woodville; "I love all music."
"I will sing it," replied Ella; "but you must not hear it only. You must join in heart, if not in voice."
HYMN.
Oh glorious! oh mighty! Lord God of salvation!
Thy name let us praise from the depth of the heart;
Let tongue sing to tongue, and nation to nation,
And in the glad hymn, all thy works bear a part.
The tops of the mountains with praises are ringing,
The depths of the valleys re-echo the cry;
The waves of the ocean Thy glories are singing,