Joyful joyful lord we adoree thee
  god of glory...lord of light
  hearts unfold like flowers before thee
  haily as the son above
  there are clouds of sin and saddness
  drive the dark of doubt away----
  give her awards(or sumthin) of gladdness
  fill us with the LiiIIiiIIght of the day
  
  (picks up from there)