Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

Hymn of Joy

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.

1. War-Music
2. The Empty Quatrain
3. The Wind of Sorrow
4. Love in a Look
5. Nepenthe

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