Well met my loving friends of art, In concert let us sing; Each bear with me his vocal part, And tuneful voices ring. Each join with me his well-tuned harp, In concert sweetly so; We'll set our key on flat or sharp, And sing sole, law, see, doe. Let all who on the tenor sound In strains melodiously, While graver notes the bass do ground, To make sweet harmony. While sweeter notes the treble swells In chords that sweetly play; And alto too our parts complete, We'll sing sole, law, sole, doe. Within the temple, Solomon, Where music rose so high; And voices had to join as one Two hundred eighty eight. Then may we also take delight In music's art alway; And we'll unite both day and night, To sing sole, doe, ray, doe. Remember holy David well In music's art was versed, His voice and harp could spirits quell, For Saul he dispossessed. Each join with me his well-tuned harp, In concert sweetly so; We'll set our key on flat or sharp, And sing sole, me, ray, doe.