O, let the world sing should hope ever die
That virtue that dwelt in my heart to love
And to eternity, we pray, on high,
To exult that heavenly land above.
If music be the instrument of peace,
In concert with angelic voice proclaim;
Would love’s harmony and beauty ne’er cease
And stirring melody life’s joy enflame?
Unless thine own will nothing worthy proves
And heroic tune tis buried below
Dig deep to the breath where life improves
For sanded desert winds will surely blow
And chance sparks the eternal flame to grow
Igniting hopeful hearts row upon row.