Quote #39

Joy from truth's own glass of fire Sweetly on the searcher smiles; Lest on virtue's steeps he tire, Joy the tedious path beguiles. High on faith's bright hill before us, See her banner proudly wave! Joy, too, swells the angels' chorus,- Bursts the bondage of the grave!

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  1. Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion, When the wheel of time goes round
  2. To the Gods we ne'er can render Praise for every good they grant; Let us, with devotion tender, Minister to grief and want. Quenched be hat…
  3. Bow before him, all creation! Mortals, own the God of love! Seek him high the stars above,- Yonder is his habitation!
  4. Sense of wrongs forget to treasure- Brethren, live in perfect love! In the starry realms above, God will mete as we may measure.
  5. He, that noble prize possessing- He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!
  6. Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!
  7. Welcome, all ye myriad creatures! Brethren, take the kiss of love!
  8. Lo, the dead shall rise to heaven! Brethren hail the blest decree; Every sin shall be forgiven, Hell forever cease to be!

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