Joyfully, Joyfully, Onward I Move

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.