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Now it's playing while I write. Thank you for your blog <3 Blessings M.
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee
God of glory, Lord of love
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee
Opening to the 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
All Thy works with joy surround Thee
Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays
Stars and Angels sing around Thee
Center of unbroken praise
Field and forest, vale and mountain
Flowery meadow, flashing sea
Chanting bird and flowing fountain
Call us to rejoice in Thee
Mortals
Mortals, join the mighty chorus
Which the morning stars began
Father love is reigning over us
Brother love binds man to man
Ever singing, march we onward
Victors in the midst of strife
Joyful music lifts us Son ward
In the triumph song of life
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