Joy to the Sons of Men

Joy to the sons of men

On this bright Chris­tmas morn!

List to the wel­come words again

That charm our wait­ing hearts

as when

The shep­herds heard with glad am­aze

Th’announcement of an­gel­ic lays

A Sav­ior Christ is born

A Sav­ior Christ is born

A Sav­ior Christ is born.

Joy to earth’s sor­row­ing child

On this calm

peace­ful morn!

The ho­ly

harm­less

un­de­filed

Can soothe his breast with com­fort mild;

The hymn that floats along the air

Shall find an answer ec­ho­ing there—

The Sav­ior Christ is born

The Sav­ior Christ is born

The Sav­ior Christ is born.

Joy to the sick and poor

Blessèd are they that mourn;

If they sub­miss­ive­ly en­dure

And trust His ho­ly pro­mise sure:

He comes all sor­row to re­lieve

To com­fort all who will be­lieve—

The Sav­ior Christ is born

The Sav­ior Christ is born

The Sav­ior Christ is born.

Love

joy

good­will and peace

Since that first Christ­mas morn

Have come to earth

and ne’er shall cease;

To Him who pur­chased our re­lease

Our hearts

re­deemed from death

we’ll bring

And hum­bly

grate­ful­ly we’ll sing

The Sav­ior Christ is born

The Sav­ior Christ is born

The Sav­ior Christ is born.