Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born.

When I was a seeker I sought both night and day, I asked the Lord to help me, And he showed me the way.

Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born.

He made me a watchman Upon a city wall, And if I am a Christian, I am the least of all.

Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born.

Joy to the world The Lord is come! Let earth receive her King

Let every heart Prepare Him room

And Heaven & nature sing And Heaven, And Heaven & nature sing

Joy to the earth The Savior reigns Let men their songs employ

While fields & floods, Rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy Repeat, Repeat the sounding joy

Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born.

He rules the world With truth & grace

And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness

And wonders of His love And wonders, And wonders of His love