When in our music God is glorified,
And adoration leaves no room for pride,
It is as though the whole creation cried:

How oft, in making music, we have found
A new dimension in the world of sound
As worship moved us to a more profound

So has the Church, in liturgy and song,
In faith and love, through centuries of wrong,
Borne witness to the truth in ev'ry tongue:

And did not Jesus sing a psalm that night
When utmost evil strove against the light?
Then let us sing, for whom he won the fight:

Let ev'ry instrument be tuned for praise;
Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise,
And may God give us faith to sing always:

Text: Fred Pratt Green, 1903-2000, alt. © 1972 Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL 60188. (ASCAP) All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Tune: Charles V. Stanford, 1852-1924