Scripture Verse

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 1 Corinthians 15:55


William Hunter (1811–1877)

Words: Will­iam Hunt­er, 1843.

Music: New­kirk Ab­ra­ham D. Mer­rill, 1845 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Abraham D. Merrill (1796–1878)


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 the land of bright spirits I go,
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam,
Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.

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 mine ear;
Harps of the blessèd, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony Hea­ven’s high dome,
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.

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