The blessed musician knows poverty To gratefully receive the greatest gift of song From the depths of his soul he must mourn and weep So a song born of wisdom might comfort and console
He must sing his song with meekness So a gentle strength flows forth through all the earth He must hunger and thirst for right melody So the great song of Jesus might always be heard
We sing a song of mercy Melodies flow forth from humble and pure hearts The words that we sing must be words of peace So in persecution the weak might be strong
We must sing our song with meekness So a gentle strength flows forth through all the earth We must hunger and thirst for right melody So the great song of Jesus might always be heard So the great song of Jesus might always be heard
