HUGH COCHRANE
THE song unsung more sweet shall ring,Than any note that yet has rung;More sweet than any earthly thingThe song unsung!A harp there lies, untouched, unstrungAs yet by man, but time shall bringA player by whose art and tongueThis song shall sound to God the King;The world shall cling as ne'er it clungTo God and heaven, and all shall singThe song unsung.
THE song unsung more sweet shall ring,Than any note that yet has rung;More sweet than any earthly thingThe song unsung!A harp there lies, untouched, unstrungAs yet by man, but time shall bringA player by whose art and tongueThis song shall sound to God the King;The world shall cling as ne'er it clungTo God and heaven, and all shall singThe song unsung.
THE song unsung more sweet shall ring,Than any note that yet has rung;More sweet than any earthly thingThe song unsung!A harp there lies, untouched, unstrungAs yet by man, but time shall bringA player by whose art and tongueThis song shall sound to God the King;The world shall cling as ne'er it clungTo God and heaven, and all shall singThe song unsung.
THE song unsung more sweet shall ring,
Than any note that yet has rung;
More sweet than any earthly thing
The song unsung!
A harp there lies, untouched, unstrung
As yet by man, but time shall bring
A player by whose art and tongue
This song shall sound to God the King;
The world shall cling as ne'er it clung
To God and heaven, and all shall sing
The song unsung.