To praise our heav’nly Father,
And His eternal Son;
We love, we love, we love, we love,
We love to sing together,
We love, we love, we love, we love,
We love to sing together.
Copyrighted, 1859, in Oriola, by W. B. Bradbury;
used by permission of Biglow & Main.
Guard (replies).—Angel of Music, I have listened to thy song, and its sweetness has captivated my soul. Surely thy work is sublime and thy influence great.
“Music the fierest grief can charm,
And fate’s severest rage disarm;