I journey forth rejoicing,

From this dark vale of tears,

To heavenly joy and freedom,

From earthly bonds and fears;

Where Christ our Lord shall gather

All his redeemed again,

His kingdom to inherit;—

Good night till then!

2 Go to thy quiet resting,

Poor tenement of clay!

From all thy pain and weakness

I gladly haste away;

But still in faith confiding

To find thee yet again,

All glorious and immortal;—

Good night till then!

3 Why thus so sadly weeping,

Beloved one of my heart?

The Lord is good and gracious,

Though now he bids us part.

Oft have we met in gladness,

And we shall meet again,

All sorrows left behind us;—

Good night till then!

4 I go to see his glory,

Whom we have loved below;

I go, the blesséd angels,

The holy saints, to know;

Our lovely ones departed,

I go to find again,

And wait for you to join us;—

Good night till then!

5 I hear the Saviour calling;

The joyful hour has come:

The angel-guards are ready

To guide me to our home;

Where Christ our Lord shall gather

All his redeemed again,

His kingdom to inherit;—

Good night till then!