What is that murmur we now hear?
Is it from heaven’s strings
Where harps and lyres and lutes play there,
In constant praises sing?
Creation was through His Son made
And is His to redeem,
To rescue it from Devil’s shade,
Made new in heaven’s gleam.
Do I mistake or are these songs
The sounds of vict’ry won,
To celebrate that earth belongs
Again to Father’s Son?
That music dark will penetrate
With light from glory raised,
As earth His heaven satiates
With music for His praise!