At A Solemn Musick

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,     Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,     Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ     Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,     And to our high-rais'd phantasie present,     That undisturbed Song of pure content,     Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne     To him that sits theron     With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,     Where the bright Seraphim in burning row     Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,     And the Cherubick host in thousand quires     Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,     With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,     Hymns devout and holy Psalms     Singing everlastingly;     That we on Earth with undiscording voice     May rightly answer that melodious noise;     As    once we did, till disproportion'd sin     Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din     The fair musick that all creatures made     To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd     In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood     In first obedience, and their state of good.     O may we soon again renew that Song,     And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long     To his celestial consort us unite,     To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.