O there’ll be joy when the work is done,
Joy when the reap­ers ga­ther home,
Bringing the sheaves at set of sun
To the New Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain

Joy, joy, there’ll be joy by and by,
Joy, joy, where the joys ne­ver die;
Joy, joy for the day draw­eth nigh
When the work­ers gather home.

Sweet are the songs that we hope to sing,
Grateful the thanks our hearts shall bring,
Praising for­ev­er Christ our king,
In the New Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain

Pure are the joys that await us there,
Many the gold­en man­sions fair;
Jesus Him­self doth them pre­pare,
In the New Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain