2 Sweeter songs than poets sing
Thou shalt for thine offering bring;
Softly murmured hymns, that dwell
In devotion’s deepest cell.
3 Know that music’s holiest strain
Loves to linger, loves to reign,
In that calm of quiet thought
Which the passions trouble not.
4 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour
Praises to the Eternal pour?