Thrice I have heard your tuneful Voice

Thrice I have heard your tuneful Voice, And thrice I praise your worthy Choice. The noble Order of your Theme Deserves my Praise and high Esteem. With Heaven your Infant Muse begun, Then sang of things below the Sun; In a right Line your Songs descend, Your GOD, your Father and your Friend. Your Heavenly Father made your Tongue, And first his Glories should be sung. Your Earthly Parent next may claim Your Filial Praise; a dearer Name You know nor yet on Earth; and then Your Friend should have your Heart and Pen. So consecrate thy tender Muse To Virtuous and Religious use; And let your chosen Subjects be, Devotion, Friendship, Piety. But most the First; to Heaven your Voice, Your Maker's Praises make your Choice: To Heaven your Heart and gazing Eyes, Nor sing of things below the Skies. Of GOD sing in your early Days, Your Infant Muse may lisp his Praise. Your green Ear Offerings He approves, Your filial Reverence He loves. This humble Tribute therefore bring, Your first Fruits to your Heavenly King, Who form'd your Mind to think, your Mouth to Sing.