When humans grew up on our planet, Some say they decided to try, On a riverside reed, to make music, Like larks in a midsummer sky. Thus started, they quickly invented, On instruments beaten and blown, Just the music they wanted to dance to: And Bach and Beethoven were born! Now Nebuchadnezzar knew music, Like drugs, can make people obey: You must worship, he cried, my gold image! And told the musicians to play. This monarch, though not to be worshipped, Was right in a wrong-headed way: For it's music most helps us in praising The God we are free to obey. Then let our hymn-singing be joyful; The God we have gathered to praise Is the God our Lord Jesus called Father, Ever young, though the Ancient of Days!