Full Lyrics
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony,
This Universal Frame began:
The tuneful voice was heard on high,
Arise, ye more than dead!
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And music's pow'r obey.
From Harmony to Harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in man.
As from the pow'r of sacred lays
The spheres began to move,
And sung the great Creator's praise
to all the blest above.
So when the last and dreadful hour,
This crumbling pageant shall devour.
The trumpet shall be heard, on high,
The dead shall live,
The living die,
And music shall untune the sky.
