Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,
Bound for the land of bright spirits above;
Angelic choristers sing as I come,
“Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home”;
Soon with my pilgrimage ended below;
Home to the land of bright spirits I go,
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam,
Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.

Friends fondly cherished have passed on before,
Waiting they watch me approaching the shore;
Singing to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom,
“Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home”;
Sounds of sweet melody fall on mine ear;
Harps of the blessèd, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony Heaven’s high dome,
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.

Death with thy weapons of war lay me low;
Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow;
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb,
Joyfully, joyfully will I go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;
Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone;
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.