Hymn 452

1JOYFULLY, joyfully, onward I move,
Bound for the land of bright glory above ;
Angelic choristers sing as I come ;
Joyfully, joyfully, welcome me home !
Using the key from this dark vale of woe,
Now the bright land of the righteous I'll go ;
Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam,
Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.

2Friends fondly cherished, now sleep in the ground,
But they'll awake when the last trump shall sound ;
Severed from death's fetters, and upward we'll soar,
Joyfully meeting to part nevermore.
Sounded on earth by the sad spirit's wail,
Harps of the blessed, your voices I'll hear
Ringing with harmony ! Heaven's high dome,
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.

3Death with his weapons of terror I defy !
Many a pilgrim who feared not the blow ;
Jesus has broken the bars of his tomb,
Joyfully, joyfully, welcome me home !
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,
Death shall be banished, the sceptre be gone ;
Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.