A New Music - Dec. 3, 1969

Music now with octave's sounds

Denotes the harmonies to come.

The single Voice's many tones

Uphold, sustain these songless rounds.

Long have we waited Thy voice to hear

With aspiration's flaming soar,

In melody's ascending scales,

And the heavenly hymns of Terpsichore.

We endure the contrapuntal clash

Of presences primordial

Upon this battlefield of earth

To hear the song celestial.

Rhythm beats of puissant notes

Sound vibrating chords within.

To come to Thee a harp of joy

And the overture of love begin

On strings that to eternal things

Are tuned, and let Thy music flow

In chants of choral offering.

From heaven flooding earth below!