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,