1 Joyfully, joyfully onward we move,
Bound to the land of bright spirits above:
Jesus, our Saviour, in mercy says, Come!
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home.
Soon will our pilgrimage end here below,
Soon to the presence of God we shall go;
Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been given,
Joyfully, joyfully rest we in heaven.

2 Teachers and scholars have passed on before;
Waiting they watch us approaching the shore,
Singing, to cheer us while passing along,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home.
Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear,
Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear,
Filling with harmony heaven's high dome:
Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus, we come.

3 Death, with his arrow, may soon lay us low--
Safe in our Saviour, we feel not the blow;
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb,
Joyfully, joyfully we will go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn.
Death shall be conquered, his scepter be gone;
Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll roam,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.