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Rejoicing in hope.
Rom. 12:12.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,
Bound to 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.
2 Friends fondly cherished, but 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 full on my ear;
Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome—
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.
3 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.