1 Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move,
Bound to the land of bright spirits its 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 Death with its arrows may soon lay us low,
Safe in our Saviour, we fear 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.
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First Line: | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move |
Title: | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Hope: Longing for heaven |
Notes: | Author from index: Hunter |