Sing to Him in One Accord

The best of every poem is sung to Him with voices in high praises
With voices in harmony and music complimenting the praise
To Him belongs our highest worship on golden harps
With trumpets blearing, resounding notes on high
With our pure hearts and holy hands playing

To Him who is worthy we lift every voice
Crescendos higher and we find able complement
No dissonance, in harmony from the tonic to the score
Lips moving by One Spirit carrying every word to His throne
To the place where sits He who has ordained everyone who praises