Joy to the World (Isaac Watts, 1719)
Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her
King;
Let every heart prepare Him room, And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing, And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Let every heart prepare Him room, And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing, And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
This song oozes with joyful praise rooted
in Psalm 98. But what is “joy”? It’s so
much more than mere thrills or pleasure or momentary happiness: joy a deep peace in God’s love and a
confident wonder at his majesty. Now
this coming of God into his world to reign as King demands a response: prepare him room; enthrone him, exalt him!
Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
What’s all this about fields, floods,
rocks, and hills? Psalm 98:7-8, like
Psalm 19:1 (“The heavens declare the glory of God”), tells us nature is
programed to spotlight its brilliant, magnificent Maker. And when
we worship God, in a sense all creation echoes our praise.
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,
Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as, the curse is found.
He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as, the curse is found.
Here we harken back to Genesis 3 and
God’s curse upon sinful humanity and on nature itself. We sing with hope for the day when sin will
be no more, and the curse resulting from it (e.g., sorrows, thorns) will be undone,
and death itself will be abolished.
He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations
prove
The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders, of His love.
The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders, of His love.
The certainty of God’s final victory exudes
from this stanza: every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father (Phil 2:9-11). God’s reign unites grace and truth, love
and righteousness—the theological balance here is exquisite. But in the end, Isaac Watts just can’t resist
repeating the wonders, wonders, wonders, wonders,
wonders, wonders of Christmas love!
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