Soothing rhythms help each mind to create;

Evensong evokes another state
A world of beauty, peace and mental calm
There all is still and thoughts do not gyrate

The breath slows down and evil does not mate
Indeed it flees  before the holy psalms
Evensong evokes another state

In the quiet, we  each can happy wait
Assured by song of good, of healing balm
Where all is still and thoughts do not gyrate

Soothing rhythms help each mind to create;
To bear the emptiness unfilled and do no harm.
Evensong evokes  this cultured state

Frantic notes  of music irritate
And minimise all  goodness and all warmth
Let all  be still and let thought emigrate

Let us lowly creatures slowly learn
To love each other as we take our turn
Evensong evokes another state
There all is  calm and thoughts are sweet as fate