Joy to the world! The Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King!
Let every heart prepare him room
And heaven and nature sing

Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns:
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy

No more let sins and sorrows grow
Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found

He rules the earth with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness
And wonders of his love

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles
Will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule tide gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden day of yours
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the faiths allow
Hang a shinning star
Upon the highest bow

And have your self a merry little Christmas now
The'll be near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the faiths allow
Hang a shinning star
Upon the highest bow

And have your self a merry little Christmas now
A merry little Christmas now