A river flows out into all that is And with it your music across the universe To sing the happy beginnings of all things To celebrate the holiness of being
Past
Dragons and dreams, the Mysteries of Joy Galaxies of stars, the Mysteries of Light An abyss of pain, the Mysteries of Sorrow Eternal dawn, the Mysteries of Glory
Your music spirals and spins among the spheres Among the orbits and spheres and great mysteries Great mysteries of beings and things never seen Your voices join with the songs of Creation
Your music slips into our atmosphere To sing and ring among the rocks and rills Voices of love singing joy and truth Your gifts of beauty to humanity
You and your sweet voices, rare gifts of love From the Throne of God to us on earth And back again, music as light as dreams And deeper than thunder from Olympus
Old Vainamoinen sings at dawn with you Euterpe, Terpsichore, and Erato are your kin Apollo tunes his lyre to you, and Pan his pipes And Cecelia blesses all your works:
Hymns, descants, and carols, merry marches for the road Bubble-gum tunes for the car radio Sea shanties for work, and nonsense rhymes for fun You pray them, play them, craft them all into place
Your music is a sacred offering to God You sing it out into the universe Where every note is an ornament forever And you are two verses in the eternal Hymn