1 There’s joy in Heaven, thrilling joy,
Whene’er a sinner turns;
Then with a holy ecstasy,
The tallest seraph burns:
Through all the shining courts of bliss,
The joyful news is borne,
And thousand angel voices shout,
The wanderer’s return.

2 There’s light, effulgent light in Heav’n
It radiates from the throne,
And bright reflects from golden streets
And walls of precious stone:
Ten thousand times ten thousand stars,
And suns by scores untold,
Could ne’er emit such glorious light,
As there the saints behold.

3 There’s rest in Heaven, calm repose,
From pain and toil and care:
And there the weary shall enjoy
A peace beyond compare.
A tranquil quiet, calm and deep,
A sea without a shore,
An ocean vast, of bliss, that shall
Endure for evermore.

4 There’s music, heav’nly music, there
Ten thousand harps of gold
Are tuned and touched by angel hands,
To measures sweet and bold:
Twelve thousand times twelve thousand souls
Of their redemption sing;
And louder yet, rank after rank,
Redemption’s anthems ring.

5 They sing the wondrous love of God,
That saved a sinful race;
And thousand thousand angel choirs,
Take up the notes of praise:
And ransomed souls, a countless host,
They echo swelling songs,
Of honor, pow’r, and love to Him,
To whom all praise belongs.