Title: Come, Ye Makers of Song
Words from 'Come Ye Sons of Art'
Adapted by Ruth Watson Henderson

Come, ye makers of song.
Come, ye makers of song, come away.

Come, ye makers of song, come away,
Come, ye makers of song, come away;
Tune all your voices and instruments play,
To celebrate, celebrate this triumphant day.

Sound the trumpet,
Sound the trumpet,
Sound the trumpet,
Sound the trumpet, till around,
till around, till around.
You make the listening shores rebound.

On the sprightly hautboy play,
the sprightly hautboy play,
All the instruments of joy
That skillful numbers can employ
To celebrate the glories
celebrate the glories
celebrate the glories of this day.

Come, ye makers of song, come away,
Come, ye makers of song, come away;
Tune all your voices and instruments play,
To celebrate, celebrate this triumphant day.

Strike the viol,
touch the lute,
Wake the harp,
inspire the flute.

Sing praise to those whose heavenly choirs
In cheerful lays do all inspire.
Sing praise to those whose heavenly choirs
In cheerful lays do all inspire.

Come, ye makers of song, come away,
Come, ye makers of song, come away;
Tune all your voices and instruments play,
To celebrate, celebrate,
celebrate, celebrate this triumphant day.