Z 199 - We sing to him, whose wisdom form'd the ear,

We sing to him, whose Wisdom form’d the Ear,

Our Songs, let him who gave us Voices, hear;

We joy in God, who is the Spring of Mirth,

Who loves the Harmony of Heav’n and Earth;

Our humble Sonnets shall That Praise rehearse,

Who is the Musick of the Universe.

And whilst we sing, we consecrate our Art,

And offer up with ev’ry Tongue a Heart.