Joy, joy, joy, Jesus sets me singing;
Singing of His mighty love for me,
Telling how He died to set me free,
Filling all my life with melody,
Singing joy, joy, joy.
Christ, Christ, Christ in my soul is growing,
Burning all the oldness out of me,
Filling and transforming utterly,
Bringing me to full maturity,
Calling, “Lord, Lord, Lord!”
Praise, praise, praise stirs our spirit’s fire,
Filling all our hearts to overflow,
Telling of His purpose as we go,
Bringing all the wanderers to His flow,
Singing praise, praise, praise.
Church, church, church—divisions what a pity!
Babylon the Great is falling down;
Jerusalem is where the Lord is crowned;
Brothers, won’t you meet on the local ground,
Building church, church, church.
Local church, praise the Lord we’re in it:
Lighted city set upon a hill—
Christ and the Church—God’s only will;
And this plan He will fulfill
In the local church.