II.

Let all Cecilia’s praise proclaim,
Employ the echo in her name,
Hark how the flutes and trumpets raise,
At bright Cecilia’s name, their lays;
The organ labours in her praise. 
Cecilia’s name does all our numbers grace,
From every voice the tuneful accents fly,
In soaring trebles now it rises high,
And now it sinks, and dwells upon the base. 
Cecilia’s name through all the notes we sing,
The work of every skilful tongue,
The sound of every trembling string,
The sound and triumph of our song.

III.

For ever consecrate the day,
To music and Cecilia;
Music, the greatest good that mortals know,
And all of heaven we have below. 
Music can noble hints impart,
Engender fury, kindle love;
With unsuspected eloquence can move,
And manage all the man with secret art. 
When Orpheus strikes the trembling lyre,
The streams stand still, the stones admire;
The listening savages advance,
The wolf and lamb around him trip,
The bears in awkward measures leap,
And tigers mingle in the dance. 
The moving woods attended, as he play’d,
And Rhodope was left without a shade.

IV.

Music religious heats inspires,
It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with sublime desires,
And fits it to bespeak the Deity. 
The Almighty listens to a tuneful tongue,
And seems well-pleased and courted with a song. 
Soft moving sounds and heavenly airs
Give force to every word, and recommend our prayers. 
When time itself shall be no more,
And all things in confusion hurled,
Music shall then exert its power,
And sound survive the ruins of the world: 
Then saints and angels shall agree
In one eternal jubilee: 
All heaven shall echo with their hymns divine,
And God himself with pleasure see
The whole creation in a chorus join.

CHORUS.

Consecrate the place and day,
To music and Cecilia. 
Let no rough winds approach, nor dare
Invade the hallowed bounds,
Nor rudely shake the tuneful air,
Nor spoil the fleeting sounds. 
Nor mournful sigh nor groan be heard,
But gladness dwell on every tongue;
Whilst all, with voice and strings prepared,
Keep up the loud harmonious song,
And imitate the blest above,
In joy, and harmony, and love.

AN ODE FOR ST CECILIA’S DAY.

SET TO MUSIC BY MR DANIEL PURCELL.  PERFORMED AT OXFORD 1699.

Prepare the hallowed strain, my Muse,
Thy softest sounds and sweetest numbers choose;
The bright Cecilia’s praise rehearse,
In warbling words, and gliding verse,
That smoothly run into a song,
And gently die away, and melt upon the tongue. 
First let the sprightly violin
The joyful melody begin,

      And none of all her strings be mute;

While the sharp sound and shriller lay
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In sweet harmonious notes decay,
Softened and mellowed by the flute. 
’The flute that sweetly can complain,
Dissolve the frozen nymph’s disdain;
Panting sympathy impart,
Till she partake her lover’s smart.’[4]