No songs of triumph now be sung;
Cease all your sprightly airs;
Let sorrow silence ev'ry tongue,
And joy dissolve in tears.
If at this sight we don't repent,
What other sight can move?
Ungrateful, shall we not relent,
And pay him love with love.
Harmonia Americana: containing a concise introduction to the grounds of music; with a variety of airs, suitable fore divine worship and the use of musical societies; consisting of three and four parts #37