I.

Shall those that tread the road to hell
Go laughing on with merry songs,
And we who'll soon in glory dwell,
With scarce a note upon our tongues?

II.

Awake O all ye heirs of bliss,
And bid your sloth and fears adieu,
Since Christ is yours, and you are his,
You may sing all your journey through.

III.

Who but the sons of light should sing?
Who else can wear a cheerful smile?
They're children of th' eternal King,
All others in the road to hell,

IV.

Lord we would raise our cheerful strains
While through these mortal climes we rove,
Then soar to those immortal plains
To lose ourselves in thy great love.