From your embrace Where sleeps an eternal Night, Let me emerge and sing this Elendian plaint, For all the pearls have vanished that shone before. Teach me in pure melodious songs to move With sirenian might These hearts who died in joy. Lord, let the soul of music tune my voice For death and despair have soiled the shores of Heaven. Ah! Let the soul of music tune my voice And cast down with sin oppressed Ill be longing For your embrace.
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