Quotes About Music

Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully with a shout of joy.

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my greatest joy. I will praise You with the harp, O God, my God.

All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.

Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises!

I will incline my ear to a proverb; I will express my riddle with the harp:

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. Listen to my prayer, O God, and do not ignore my plea.

My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing and make music.

Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. Of David. Hear my cry, O God; attend to my prayer.

For the choirmaster. A song. A Psalm. Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth!

So I will praise You with the harp for Your faithfulness, O my God; I will sing praise to You with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Psalm of Asaph. A song. God is known in Judah; His name is great in Israel.

Lift up a song, strike the tambourine, play the sweet-sounding harp and lyre.

Singers and pipers will proclaim, “All my springs of joy are in You.”

A Psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. It is good to praise the LORD, and to sing praises to Your name, O Most High,

with the ten-stringed harp and the melody of the lyre.

Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth; break forth—let your cry ring out, and sing praises!

Sing praises to the LORD with the lyre, in melodious song with the harp.

With trumpets and the blast of the ramís horn shout for joy before the LORD, the King.

Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy

Sing to Him, sing praises to Him; tell of all His wonders.

A song. A Psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my being.

Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.

There on the willows we hung our harps,