From hidden hinterlands within the soul
Fervency escapes and surges...sways
Music's voice ascending from the deeps
Expresses ardent...sacred...lifted praise

Bent...intent...in its notational way
To blend and bless the Saviour...God the King
But this is not a puny stunted play
This is soul-praise...a holy offering

Far more than singing hymns each Sabbath day
So often stilted...yet sung dutifully
No!...soul-praise rises in a profound way
past the drudgery of singing songs

Worship...incense-fragrant music rings
Directed where all worship must belong
To Him from whose face earth and sky will flee
Our Saviour-God...King of Eternity