1 Joy cometh! Oh! that it were come
To wake the song that now is dumb;
To rouse the mourner,soothe who weep,
And bring again the dead who sleep!
2 Joy cometh! sighing, sorrowing one­
Joy cometh! with the rising sun;
Joy-holy,blessed, perfect, pure.
Joy-ever flowing, ever sure!
3 Joy cometh with the coming day!
Joy danceth on the morning 's way!
Joy, like a flood of light, shall roll.
And bathe the world from pole to pole!
4 Joy cometh! for the Lord doth come
To wake the song that now is dumb!
All righteous tongues shall find employ
In songs of everlasting joy.