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 that land of delight will I go; Filgrim 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 my ear; 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 sceptre be
gone;

Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom;
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

1 HE comes in blood-stained garments;
Upon His brow a crown;
The gates of brass fly open,

The iron bands drop down;
From off the fettered captive
The chains of Satan fall,
While angels shout triumphant,
That Christ is Lord of all.

2 O Christ, His love is mighty,
Long-suffering is His grace;
And glorious is the splendor
That beameth from His face.
Our hearts up-leap in gladness
When we behold that love,
As we go singing onward

To dwell with Him above.

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And make this last resolve,
And make this last resolve,
Come with your guilt and fear
oppressed,

And make this last resolve:

"I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;

I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

"Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone
Without His sovereign grace.

4 "But should the Lord reject my plea,
And disregard my prayer;

Yet still, like Esther, I will stay,
And perish only there.

5 "I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

2 Praise, praise Him, all ye saved ones, From whom salvation came;

Praise Him that sits upon the throne,
And praise the glorious Lamb.
O let me praise Thee while I live,

And praise Thee when I die,

And praise Thee when I rise again,
And to eternity