1 Joy to the world—the darkness flies,
Let earth with gladness sing.
The morning comes o’er all the skies
She waves her purple wing,
She waves her purple wing,
She waves, she waves her purple wing,

2 Joy to the world—for truth abound,
And error with’ring dies.
In fragments, hurled upon the ground,
Her broken altar lies,
Her broken altar lies,
Her broken, her broken altar lies,

3 Joy to the world—the anthem be,
A song of triumph sing,
“Oh! Grave! Where is thy victory?
Oh! Death! where is the sing?”
“Oh! Death! where is the sing?”
“Oh! Death! Oh! Death! where is the sing?”