The Book of Worship ‎#374

374. Joyfully, joyfully onward I move

1 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.

2 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.

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Joyfully, joyfully onward I move
• Meter: 10s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Prospect of Heaven

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