62b Joy to the World
Joy to the world – the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room. And heav'n and nature sing. Joy to the earth – the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks and hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the grounds; He comes to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found. |