I think itβs a pretty good sermon this week, but gentle friends, I am working on so many projects that I have no music mix again. Maria Popova speaks of the βOde to Joyβ today in her blog, so Iβm inspired to listen to Beethovenβs ninth symphony in its entirety and am suggesting you do the same. When you do listen to it from beginning to end, keep in mind the lyrics that Iβve posted here for you. They will make you quake with ecstasy.
With love until next week (and scroll down for link to sermon!)
An die Freude
Freude, schΓΆner GΓΆtterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt*;
Alle Menschen werden BrΓΌder*
Wo dein sanfter FlΓΌgel weilt.
Wem der groΓe Wurf gelungen
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!
Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den BrΓΌsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle BΓΆsen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.
KΓΌsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprΓΌft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben
und der Cherub steht vor Gott.
Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prΓ€cht'gen Plan
Laufet, BrΓΌder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.
Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen KuΓ der ganzen Welt!
BrΓΌder, ΓΌber'm Sternenzelt
MuΓ ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Ihr stΓΌrzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den SchΓΆpfer, Welt?
Such' ihn ΓΌber'm Sternenzelt!
Γber Sternen muΓ er wohnen.
Ode: To Joy
Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity [or: of gods],
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly one, thy sanctuary!
Thy magic binds again
What custom strictly divided;*
All people become brothers,*
Where thy gentle wing abides.
Whoever has succeeded in the great attempt,
To be a friend's friend,
Whoever has won a lovely wife,
Add his to the jubilation!
Yes, and also whoever has just one soul
To call his own in this world!
And he who never managed it should slink
Weeping from this union!
All creatures drink of joy
At nature's breasts.
All the Just, all the Evil
Follow her trail of roses.
Kisses she gave us and grapevines,
A friend, proven in death.
Ecstasy was given to the worm
And the cherub stands before God.
Gladly, as His suns fly
through the heavens' grand plan
Journey, brothers, on your way,
Joyful, like a hero to victory.
Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss to all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.
Are you collapsing, millions?
Do you sense the creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy!
Above stars must He dwell.