"Art thou troubled?" text set by Handel

[_appassionata_]

Art thou troubled? Music will calm thee.
Art thou weary? Rest shall be thine.
Music, source of all gladness,
Heals thy sadness at her shrine.
Music, music ever divine.
Music, music calleth with voice divine.

When the welcome spring is smiling,
All the earth with flow'rs beguiling
After winter's dreary reign,
Sweetest music doth attend her,
Heavenly harmonies doth lend her,
Chanting praises in her train.

Art thou troubled? Music will calm thee.
Art thou weary? Rest shall be thine.
Music, source of all gladness,
Heals thy sadness at her shrine.
Music, music ever divine.
Music, music calleth with voice divine.