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.