I think “Joy to the World” was written to drown out the persistent, smoky-alto blues voice of discouragement. Her cry, “Too many sins. Too many sorrows. Too many thorns. You are cursed!”
And then the real song begins:
“Joy to the world / the Lord is come. / Let earth receive her King…/ No more let sins and sorrows grow / Nor thorns infest the ground. / He comes to make His blessings flow / Far as the curse is found, far as the curse is found…”
“There is not much to choose between the best and the worst in us, seen in the spiritual light, is there? Just let the love of God wash over the whole thing…and joy will come.” -Evelyn Underhill, 1911.