God plays His music on our strings
He plucks each note with thankful heart
And whether vagabonds or kings
He listens for the better part
The notes are rising
His ear has the most perfect pitch
That any ear can ever hear
The faintest sound that will enrich
His heart and ours delights His ear
The notes enjoying
Some notes make a discordant sound
And some are piercingly too high
While some bass notes bounce off the ground
Sounds that will never reach the sky
The notes are dying
But myriad angels' heavenly songs
Burst forth when straying souls reach home
To join the joyous praising throngs
No longer foreign paths to roam
The notes triumphant
Music and colours intertwined
With rainbow sounds in fresh array
And heavenly melodies combined
Songs of redemption there will play
The notes eternal.