Classic Poem

When tuneful instruments appear,
They indicate some pleasure near,
And if an Organ we behold,
It doth a sacred theme unfold;
It's one, it's chief, it's grand design,
Is to break forth in songs divine.
Welcome, fair instrument of praise,
Thy presence shall our spirits raise;
And that thou art preserv'd from ill,
Art an unblemish'd Organ still;
That ev'ry pipe's in tune, rejoice,
And we'll accord in heart and voice.