Will that not joyful be,

When we walk by faith no more,

When the Lord we loved before,

As Brother-man we see;

When He welcomes us above,

When we share His smile of love,

Will that not joyful be?

Will not that joyful be,

When to meet us rise and come,

All our buried treasures home,

A gladsome company!

When our arms embrace again,

Those we mourned so long in vain,

Will that not joyful be?

Will that not joyful be,

When the foes we dread to meet,

Every one beneath our feet

We tread triumphantly!

When we never more can know

Slightest touch of pain or woe,

Will that not joyful be?

Will that not joyful be,

When we hear what none can tell,

And the ringing chorus swell

Of angels' melody!

When we join their songs of praise,

Hallelujahs with them raise,

Will that not joyful be?

Yes! that will joyful be;

Let the world her gifts recall,

There is bitterness in all:

Her joys are vanity!

Courage, dear ones of my heart!

Though it grieves us here to part,

There we will joyful be!