From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: Symphonie
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: As from the pow'r of sacred lays
The glorious day is come: Symphonie
The glorious day is come: The glorious day is come, that will for ever be
The glorious day is come: The spheres, those instruments divine
The glorious day is come: Couch'd by the pleasant Heliconian spring
The glorious day is come: And first the trumpet's part
The glorious day is come: The battle done, the loud alarms do cease
The glorious day is come: Excesses of pleasure now crowd on apace
The glorious day is come: Ah Heav'n! what is't I hear?
The glorious day is come: Music! celestial Music! what can be
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: From harmony, from heav'nly harmony
The glorious day is come: This that blest king and god-like prophet knew
The glorious day is come: And thus by Music's pow'r
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: When Nature underneath a heap
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: What passion cannot Musick raise and quell!
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: The trumpets loud clangor
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: The soft complaining flute
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: Sharp violins proclaim
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: But oh! what art can teach
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony: Orpheus coud lead the savage race
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