THE SINGERS
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for forever,In ages gone by and the ages to come,But what of the voices whose noblest endeavorMust lift it as high as the height it is from?For the song must mount up on the wings of the SpiritAnd out of the heart that kindles with loveBefore all the world will listen to hear it,Before the world’s sense it trembles above.Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for whereverThere’s beauty or sunshine, glory or joy;But what of the voices whose praises must gatherThe echoes that melt with the lips they employ?For the notes must spring up from the souls they awakenAnd out of the hearts they kindle with loveBefore all the world by their sweetness is shaken,Before the world’s life they triumph above.Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for as treasureWherever are kingdoms, jewels or gold;But what of the voices whose heavenly measureThe wealth of the world’s richest treasure must hold?For the song must be born from the world’s greatest passionAnd out of a Heart that was kindled by loveBefore all the world its power can fashionTo glory like that of the Master above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for forever,In ages gone by and the ages to come,But what of the voices whose noblest endeavorMust lift it as high as the height it is from?For the song must mount up on the wings of the SpiritAnd out of the heart that kindles with loveBefore all the world will listen to hear it,Before the world’s sense it trembles above.Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for whereverThere’s beauty or sunshine, glory or joy;But what of the voices whose praises must gatherThe echoes that melt with the lips they employ?For the notes must spring up from the souls they awakenAnd out of the hearts they kindle with loveBefore all the world by their sweetness is shaken,Before the world’s life they triumph above.Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for as treasureWherever are kingdoms, jewels or gold;But what of the voices whose heavenly measureThe wealth of the world’s richest treasure must hold?For the song must be born from the world’s greatest passionAnd out of a Heart that was kindled by loveBefore all the world its power can fashionTo glory like that of the Master above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for forever,In ages gone by and the ages to come,But what of the voices whose noblest endeavorMust lift it as high as the height it is from?For the song must mount up on the wings of the SpiritAnd out of the heart that kindles with loveBefore all the world will listen to hear it,Before the world’s sense it trembles above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for forever,
In ages gone by and the ages to come,
But what of the voices whose noblest endeavor
Must lift it as high as the height it is from?
For the song must mount up on the wings of the Spirit
And out of the heart that kindles with love
Before all the world will listen to hear it,
Before the world’s sense it trembles above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for whereverThere’s beauty or sunshine, glory or joy;But what of the voices whose praises must gatherThe echoes that melt with the lips they employ?For the notes must spring up from the souls they awakenAnd out of the hearts they kindle with loveBefore all the world by their sweetness is shaken,Before the world’s life they triumph above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for wherever
There’s beauty or sunshine, glory or joy;
But what of the voices whose praises must gather
The echoes that melt with the lips they employ?
For the notes must spring up from the souls they awaken
And out of the hearts they kindle with love
Before all the world by their sweetness is shaken,
Before the world’s life they triumph above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for as treasureWherever are kingdoms, jewels or gold;But what of the voices whose heavenly measureThe wealth of the world’s richest treasure must hold?For the song must be born from the world’s greatest passionAnd out of a Heart that was kindled by loveBefore all the world its power can fashionTo glory like that of the Master above.
Oh, the song of the soul we have sought for as treasure
Wherever are kingdoms, jewels or gold;
But what of the voices whose heavenly measure
The wealth of the world’s richest treasure must hold?
For the song must be born from the world’s greatest passion
And out of a Heart that was kindled by love
Before all the world its power can fashion
To glory like that of the Master above.