Make me a minstrel of song 
Permit me passage through heavens,
Above groans of hell make my voice ring
I will coach for Thee a redeemed chorus.

Melody I shall wed to bright rhythm 
To breed by them cascades of joy,
Even the war-mooded gods shall hum
Thy name’s syllables that don’t cloy.

Bring me the hours of melancholy,
I shall cup their hearts and whisper
The secret word to Thy ecstasy
And exile sorrow from earth forever.

My minstrel heart make Thy nectar-jar,
In each song to pour-out Thy wonder!