How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the invisible throne, and flows by the path of obedience
Oh may I join the choir invisible / Of those immortal dead who live again / In minds made better by their presence.
Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.
So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.