Echoes of Orphanim

Hark, what dost my ears do behold this night?
Be it the gentle songs o' an angel's choir?
Or be this voice truly o' a human's plight?
It soothes me from morn to the evening's hour.

It's like a bell that rings in the distance,
A chime that echoes in the flowing wind.
The songs it sings heals from me all hindrance
As th' beauty within to my heart's woes mend.

Oh, all the world o'er should hear this sound
For it softens and brightens ev'ry shade
And e'er brings joy to all here and around.
No thing sounds sweeter in this world God's made.

Of all the choirs of world I had a choice,
I'd sit beside you and your beautiful voice.