Joy to the World by Isaac Watts Joy to the world, the Lord has come! Let earth receive it's King; Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and heav'n and nature sing. Joy to the earth, the Savoir reigns! Let all their songs employ, While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounds joy, Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. No more let sin and sorrow grow Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the course is found, Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders of His love. MERRY CHRISTMAS!