Celtic Woman

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh...
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh...

Jesus, joy of man's desiring
Holy wisdom, love most bright.

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh...

Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light.

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh...
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh...

Word of God, our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life imioned
Striving still to truth unknown
Soaring, dying round Thy throne.