Ode to St. Cecilia's day, HWV 76: What passion cannot raise and quell!

What passion cannot music raise and quell!
When Jubal struck the chorded shell,
His listening brethren stood around,
And wondering, on their faces fell,
To worship that celestial sound.
Less than a God they thought there could not dwell
Within the hollow of that shell
That spoke so sweetly and so well.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!