Joy in the Gos­pel! Glad news of sal­va­tion!
Swift let it fly to the ends of the earth;
Blessings from Hea­ven for ev­ery na­tion—
Angels would tell it, for they know its worth.

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Angels would tell it, how grand­ly pro­claim!
Angels would tell it, His glo­ri­ous fame!
They’d sing hal­le­lu­jahs, their loud hal­le­lu­jahs,
And spread thro’ the na­tions His life bring­ing name.

Passing the an­gels in bright ranks of glo­ry,
Leaving the sing­ers with harps in their hands;
Christ came to mor­tals and gave them His sto­ry:
Tell it to oth­ers in ev­ery land!

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All those who know it are preach­ers of Je­sus,
Little or big, they should speak in His name;
Doing His will, for He ev­er­more sees us;
Giving the pen­nies to spread forth His fame.

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Then when He com­eth to ga­ther His loved ones,
Bearing them back to His home in the sky,
Out of all lands will He sum­mon His saved sons,
Saved thro’ His child­ren—shall it be you or I?

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