Classic Poem

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. "
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. "
Soon with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to the land of bright spirits I'll go;
Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; Harps of the blessed! your voices I hear;
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, Joyfully, joyfully resting at home.
Ring 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 thy 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 sceptre be gone
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom;
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.