Like a drama unfolding, the curtain was opening An audience of angels was holding its breath A census, a manger, two travel worn strangers The stage was finally set.
Angels folded their wings at the throne, worshipping As God whispered, "I love you, my Son." Jesus took off His crown and laying it down Said, "Father, Thy will be done."
The time had now come for God's only Son To be born as a light in a dark, lonely place. So He stepped from Heaven's hall to Bethlehem's stall Where a star lit His newborn face.
Then God called to Gabriel with gladness and tears, "Play the trumpet, the horns, and the strings. Tell the shepherds, and the wise men and all who will hear. Command all the angels to sing Fill the sky with your voices and sing!"
Joy, joy to the world Praise to the King Oh, let it ring. Joy, joy to the world Worship and sing Jesus has come to bring...