THE song unsung more sweet shall ring,

Than any note that yet has rung;

More sweet than any earthly thing

The song unsung!

A harp there lies, untouched, unstrung

As yet by man, but time shall bring

A player by whose art and tongue

This song shall sound to God the King;

The world shall cling as ne'er it clung

To God and heaven, and all shall sing

The song unsung.