A giant shroud in divine aura
Beckons me, summons me near
Larking on the cosmic harp
A sweet celestial spirit sharp
Who moves stone hearts to tears

The song rings out, around, above
A medley on which spirit can rove
All joy and all love soars in there
Sound drifting through enchanted air

Imbued with cosmic passion rare
Summons souls out of the lair
The song is ours, to sing with God
The spirit won't be squashed, downtrod
In incessant fury we appear