Lyrics Joy Medley - Larnelle Harris

O come, O come, Emmanuel!
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel:
Shall come to Thee, O Israel!

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King!
Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,
And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav'n, and heav'n and nature sing.

Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains;
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.

Glória, in excélsis Deo!
Glória, in excélsis Deo!

Hark! the herald-angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!"
Hark! the herald-angels sing,
"Glory to, glory to,
Glory to the new-born mighty King!"