Lyrics:
(Joy to the world the Lord is come)Here was a man a man who was born in a small village the son of a peasant womanHe grew up in another small villageUntil he reached the age of thirty he worked as a carpenterThen for three years he was a traveling ministerBut he never traveled more than two hundred miles from where he was bornAnd where he did go he usually walkedHe never held political office he never wrote a book never bought a homeNever had a family he never went to college and he never set foot inside a big cityYes here was a manThough he never did one on the things usually associated with greatnessHe had no credentials but himself he had nothing to do with this worldExcept through the devine purpose that brought him to this worldWhile he was still a young man the tide of popular opinion turned against himMost of his friends ran away one of them denied himOne of them betrayed him and turned him over to his enemiesThen he went through the mockery of a trialAnd was nailed to a cross between two thievesAnd even while he was dying his executioners gambledFor the only piece of property that he had in this worldAnd that was his robe his purple robeWhen he was dead he was taken down from the crossAnd laid in a borrowed grave provided by compassionate friendsMore than nineteen centuries have come and goneAnd today he's a centerpiece of the human raceOur leader in the column to human destinyI think I'm well within the mark when I say that all of the armies that ever marched All of the navies that ever sailed the seasAll of the legislative bodies that ever sat and all of the kings that ever reignedAll of them put together have not affected the life of man on this earthSo powerfully as that one solitary lifeHere was a man (joy to the world the Lord is come)