Our willing soul resigns to thee, And even joys with thee to mourn ; Quick as its thoughts at every sound flies out, And hovers o'er the trembling accent of each dying note. GRAND CHORUS. To Music and Cecilia's name ODE IL ON ST. CECILIA's DAY. BY JOHN OLDHAM, B. A. 1. BEGIN the song, your instruments advance, And make the strings to their own measures dance. To make the noble concert throng Let all in one harmonious note agree For this is Music's sacred jubilee. II. Hark, how the waken'd strings resound, The ravish'd sense how pleasingly they wound, Each pulse beats time, and every heart With tongue and fingers bears a part. By Harmony's entrancing power, When we are thus wound up to ecstacy; Methinks we mount, methinks we tour, And seem to antedate our future bliss on high. III. How dull were life, how hardly worth our care, To tune our vital breath, Who would not give it up to death, And in the silent grave contented lie! IV. Music's the cordial of a troubled breast, It gives the relish to our wine, 'Tis that gives rapture to our love, And wings devotion to a pitch divine; 'Tis our chief bliss on earth, and half our Heaven above. CHORUS. Come then, with tuneful throat and string, The praises of our art let's sing; Let's sing to blest CECILIA's fame, That grac'd this art, and gave this day its name; With music, wine and mirth conspire To bear a concert, and make up the choir! ODE III. ON ST. CECILIA's DAY. BY THO. SHADWELL, ESQ. 1690. O sacred Harmony, prepare our lays, Join, all ye glorious instruments around, You did at first the warring atoms join, The universe you fram'd, you still sustain ; It does your most transcendent glory prove, |