Jesus joy of man's desiring Holy wisdom, love most bright; Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring Soar to uncreated light. Word of God, our flesh that fashioned, With the fire of life impassioned, Striving still to truth unknown, Soaring, dying round Thy throne. Through the way where hope is guiding Hark, what peaceful music rings; Where the flock, in Thee confiding Drink of joy from deathless springs. Theirs is beauty's fairest pleasure; Theirs is wisdom's holiest treasure. Thou dost ever lead Thine own In the love of joys unknown.Йюджелиин ичин бени яраттън قراري وأنا في ظلمتي Алгышлајын сиз msẖ hkẖdm gẖyrk Прикосновение руки مینِّتدار Він так взяв мене за руку Aceasta mi-e dorinta Forever (The Nails in Your Hands)
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