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;