Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing. *
Thank you, Jesus,
… for coming
… for dying
… for rising from the grave
… for making blessings flow
… for the glories of your righteousness
… for wonders of your love
… for the wonders of your love
… for the wonders, wonders of your love!
Boldog Karácsonyt! (that’s in Hungarian!)
May the Prince of Peace flood you with His peace!
Jesus is here!
Joy to the earth, the Savior 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 world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love.
* by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748