Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of Love
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, Opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day.
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With Chords
‹G›Joyful, ‹Am7›joy‹G›ful, we ‹D7sus›a‹G›dore ‹D›Thee, ‹G›God of ‹D›glo‹G›ry, Lord ‹D›of Love
‹G›Hearts un‹C›fold ‹G7›like flowers ‹C›be‹Cmaj7›fore ‹Am›Thee, ‹G›Opening ‹D7›to ‹G›the ‹D7›sun a‹G›bove.
‹D›Melt the ‹G›clouds of ‹D›sin ‹G›and sadness, ‹D›drive ‹G›the ‹B7›dark of ‹Em›doubt ‹A7›a‹D›way;
‹G›Giver ‹C›of ‹G7›immor‹C›tal ‹Cmaj7›glad‹Am›ness, ‹G›fill us ‹D7›with ‹G›the ‹D7›light of ‹G›day.
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