Ring out ye Crystal spears, 
Once bless our human ears,
(If ye have power to touch our senses so)
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time;
And let the Base of Heav’ns deep Organ blow,
And with your ninefold harmony.
Make up full consort to th’ Angelike symphony.
For if such holy Song Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold.