Joy to the world, the Lord has come. Let earth receive her king! Let every heart make room for him and let saints and angels sing.
Rejoice! Rejoice when Jesus reigns and saints sing; while fields, floods, rocks, hills, and plains repeat the joy that’s sounding.
Sin and sorrow won’t grow anymore. Nor will thorns infest the ground. He’ll come and make the blessings flow as far as the curse was found.
Rejoice! Rejoice in the Most High while Israel spreads abroad like stars glittering in the sky. And always worship God.
[Original Text: Isaac Watts, with alterations by William W. Phelps]
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