New, this song that you must sing,
yet carved in ancient harmonies,
set to ancient notes and weighed
in ancient modes on ancient scales,
from everlasting days.
Tune your strings to ancient staves
and sing the truths of yesterday;
rehearse the promises of old
in present songs of future hope,
in freshest melody.
The old has gone, the new has come,
yet faithfulness of day remains,
and faithfulness will stay the same.
Sing new and old, sing all things new,
and let old hearts be changed.