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?