Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour

Praises to the Eternal pour?

I will teach thy soul to be

Temple, hymn, and harmony.

Sweeter songs than poets sing

Thou shalt for thine offering bring;

Softly murmured hymns, that dwell

In devotion’s deepest cell.

Know that music’s holiest strain

Loves to linger, loves to reign,

In that calm of quiet thought

Which the passions trouble not.

Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour

Praises to the Eternal pour?

Thus thy soul may learn to be

Temple, hymn, and harmony.