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
