1 Joyful away to Pisgah's mountain,
Borne on the wings of faith we soar;
Sweetly we hear the echo ringing,
Happy voices on the other shore;
Hark! they sing in the bright vales of Eden,
Songs of praise to the Lamb that was slain;
Round His throne with the martyrs they gather,
There united for ever to reign.

Refrain:
Would you sit by the banks of the river,
With the friends you have loved by your side?
Would you join in the songs of the angels?
Then be ready to follow your guide.

2 Christians, behold the hill of Zion;
See where our purest treasure lies;
Work for the Lord, whate'er our trials,
O be faithful, we shall win the prize;
Crown'd with light in a mansion of beauty,
We shall dwell with the pure and the blest;
We shall sing with the faithful in glory,
Where the weary for ever shall rest. [Refrain]

3 We're passing on with eager longing,
Soon we shall reach the swelling tide;
Jesus will bear us safely over,
We shall anchor on the other side;
Saved by grace, to His kingdom exalted,
When the billows of Jordan are passed,
We shall sing with the friends we have cherished,
Glory, glory, we're home, home at last. [Refrain]