Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move

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Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move Песнь Возрождения

1 verse:
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,
Bound to 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 delight will I go;
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam;
Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.

2 verse:
Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before;
Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore;
Singing, to cheer me through deat's chilling gloom,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear;
Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome;
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

3 verse:
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.