OUR LADY OF MUSIC (Translated by Oscar Kuhns) Of all the joys that are on earth There is no room for evil mood Where friends are singing, true and good: Far off recedes the keenest pain, Care, avarice, - all that men most fear, Lo, all at once they disappear. Each one may rest assured herein, That joy in music is no sin, But unto God more pleasing far, And keeps from violence many a man. Playing upon his harp so sweet, The year's best time belongs to me: Yet much more thank we Thee, O Lord, To be a singer right and true, A leader of all musicians, too. Through night and day she sings Thy praise, Nor ever wearies her voice to raise; Thee too my song shall glorify, Whose praise shall last eternally. Martin Luther. |