1 Awake, awake the tuneful voice,
And strike the joyful strings;
We'll pour the mellow notes along,
And raise a pealing, glad'ning song,
'Till heaven with music rings.

2 'Tis not the cold and formal strain,
That wakes the inward flame,
But 'tis the song that glows like fire,
The songs that feeling hearts inspire,
A music worth the name.

3 But hark! those sweet concordant notes
That breathed a magic spell,
That seem like sounds which angels sing,
Like sounds which have in heaven their spring,
Where holy beings dwell;

4 'Tis these that glow from friendship's soul,
'Tis these that speak the heart;
'Tis these that show the peaceful mind,
The spirit meek, and pure, and kind,
Unstained by vicious art.

5 O yet, 'tis here that music dwells,
In friendship's sweet abode;
'Tis here that notes concordant sound,
'Tis here that harmony is found,
Like that which dwells with God.