Jesu, 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.