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Jesu, joy of man's desiring, Holy is the Lord's light. Through my weeping souls aspiring, So do I remember God. When on God our flesh hath chastened, With the fire of life impassioned, Striving still to prove her love, So bring my in the light home. Through the weeping hope is guiding, Where the flocking will confide in, Drink of joy from the flesh's lips. There's his beauty's fairest version, There's his wisdom's fairest version, God has given me my home, In my home of joys and woe. In my home of joys and woe.
