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To the Music of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony / Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, / God of glory, Lord of love; / Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, / Praising Thee their sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; / Drive the dark of doubt away; / Giver of immortal gladness, / Fill us with the light of day!
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, / Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays, / Stars and angels sing around Thee, / Centre of unbroken praise: / Field and forest, vale and mountain, / Blooming meadow, flashing sea, / Chanting bird and flowing fountain, / Call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving, / Ever blessing, ever blest, / Well-spring of the joy of living, / Ocean-depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother --
All who live in love are Thine: / Teach us how to love each other, / Lift us to the Joy Divine.
Mortals join the mighty chorus, / Which the morning stars began; / Father-love is reigning o'er us, / Brother-love binds man to man.
Ever singing march we onward, / Victors in the midst of strife; / Joyful music lifts us sunward / In the triumph song of life.
1908.