| 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, | 5 |
| That undisturbèd 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 | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| Broke 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, | 25 |
| 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. | |
