Текст: Sarah Brightman. A Winter Symphony. Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring.

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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