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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm CXLVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, oh! come, with sacred lays,<br>Let us sound th' Almighty's praise;<br>Hither bring in true concent,<br>Heart, and voice, and instrument.<br>Let the orpharion sweet,<br>With the harp and viol meet:<br>To your voices tune the lute:<br>Let not tongue nor string be mute;<br>Nor a creature dumb be found,<br>That hath cither voice or sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let such things as do not live,<br>In still music praises give:<br>Lowly pipe, ye worms that creep<br>On the earth or in the deep;<br>Loud aloft your voices strain,<br>Beasts and monsters of the main,<br>Birds, your warbling treble sing;<br>Clouds, your peals of thunder ring;<br>Sun and moon exalted higher,<br>And you, stars, augment the choir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, ye sons of human race,<br>In this chorus take your place,<br>And amid this mortal throng,<br>Be you masters of the song.<br>Angels and celestial powers,<br>Be the noblest tenor yours.<br>Let, in praise of God, the sound<br>Run a never-ending round;<br>That our holy hymn may be<br>Everlasting, as is He.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the earth's vast hollow womb,<br>Music's deepest bass shall come.<br>Sea and floods, from shore to shore,<br>Shall the counter-tenor roar.<br>To this concert, when we sing,<br>Whistling winds, your descant bring:<br>Which may bear the sound above,<br>Where the orb of fire doth move;<br>And so climb from sphere to sphere,<br>Till our song th' Almighty hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So shall He from heaven's high tower<br>On the earth His blessing shower;<br>All this huge wide orb we see,<br>Shall one choir, one temple be;<br>There our voices we will rear,<br>Till we fill it everywhere:<br>And enforce the fiends that dwell<br>In the air to sink to hell.<br>Then, oh! come, with sacred lays,<br>Let us sound th' Almighty's praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Wither">George Wither</a><div class=q>
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Let us sound th' Almighty's praise;
Hither bring in true concent,
Heart, and voice, and instrument.
Let the orpharion sweet,
With the harp and viol meet:
To your voices tune the lute:
Let not tongue nor string be ..."></div>
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