O Joy, so like the rising sun of morn
Within each heart, how blessed will it seem
To hear again thy voice and feel forlorn
No more! How quickly can thy tiny beam
Help me to smile with light as from the sun?
For although others may have a heavy soul,
I, in my sadness, seem the only one
To bear the burdens of living. Be bold,
O livelihood of the happy, pervade
My thoughts like a swift bubbling stream. Thou art
A beautiful tool, with which can be made
A light to shine within this gloomy heart.
O Joy, I cannot beg thee any more;
Save me again as thou hast save before.