CECILIA, charming saint, we raise
Our souls to thee in
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songs of praise;

Fill with seraphic strains our thoughts, With heav'nly music tune our notes: For none dare speak or sing of thee, Unless inspir'd by sacred Harmony.

A tuneful

concert then be made,

Bring in the lute and viol to our aid;

The joyful train of instruments command,

Taught by Cecilia's powerful hand.

See how the trembling strings, all, at Cecilia's name, In grateful notes give back their Music whence it came ! Behold how they rejoice to move,

And celebrate her once abode below, as now her reign above!

The melancholy flute forgets to mourn
Forsaken Damon's sad despair;

And all the rising notes return

Cecilia!' in a brisk and more exalted air.
Tir'd with the rough alarms of war,

The martial trumpet hither does repair,

Joys with a milder blast

swell,

And on Cecilia's praises dwell;

Joys here a peaceful saint to yield

Those sounds, due to the fighting hero and the noisy

field.

And the majestic organ, known

Cecilia's care and art alone,

That warms us with divine desires,

And kindles in our souls seraphic fires ;

The sounding organ does aspire,

With its monopoly

Of tuneful sounds, to pierce the sky;

And join with its own saint in concert in the heavenly choir,

Cecilia's sacred inemory,

Whilst Music lives, shall never die:
Music, the charming magnet of the whole,
Of Heaven and Earth the mighty soul!
Music, that sweetens all our mirth,
And gives new blooming joys their birth,
That drives pale sorrow from our breast,
And lulls our waking cares to rest;