Hail, hail to thee, melody, daughter of love

1 Hail! hail to thee, Melody! daughter of love!
While gladly our voices we raise;
O bear our hearts upward to mansions above,
And speed our sweet anthems of praise.
Hail! hail to thee, Harmony! spread thy light wing
To waft our glad singing above;
O tune our bright voices, while praises we sing,
And offer thanksgiving and love.

2 Hail! hail to thee, Music! thy loftiest strain
Go forth on the breeze and the gale!
Go calm the wild surges that roll o'er the main,
Tread softly on mountain and dale.
Sweet Music, pure beauty, that knows no alloy,
Swift, swift, through the nation sound!
Go forth on thy errand, thou herald of joy!
Shed beauty and virtue around.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #62