Music starts my little church

Music starts my little church

   And bids us goers "come forward" -

Timid and cleansing at first -

   Bringing voices to one accord

Then her voice waxing loud

   And the piano's tempo

Make the atmosphere bound

   To become a crescendo

When our song meets Him above

   And the sweet chorus repeats.

Did such music greet Asaph

   At the foot of heaven's gates?