Hark! the joy­bells now are ring­ing,
Over on the oth­er shore;
Saints and an­gels there are sing­ing,
Songs of praise for­ev­ermore.
Oh, how glor­ious, and har­mon­ious,
Is the sweet and glad re­frain.
There’s no dis­cord in the strain,
There’s no dis­cord in the strain.

Oh, me­lo­di­ous song of glo­ry,
How I love the joy­ful strain;
’Tis the same old bless­èd sto­ry,
Chanted o’er and o’er again.
Praising Je­sus, He re­deems us,
Glory, glo­ry to His name,
With a nev­er end­ing strain,
With a nev­er end­ing strain.

Lord, I long to join the chor­us,
Singing glad­ly round Thy throne;
All tri­umph­ant and vic­tor­ious,
Ever more to be Thine own;
Songs re­sound­ing, joy un­bound­ing,
Now await me ov­er there,
Heav’nly bliss is mine to share,
Heav’nly bliss is mine to share.