1 This world is all full of joy to me,
Wherever I roam, by land or sea,
Joy reigns o'er ev'ry hill and dale,
And sports on ev'ry breeze and gale,
And smiles in ev'ry blushing flow'r
And dances in ev'ry laughing show'r.
But bliss on earth is never giv'n;
Joy is for earth, but bliss for heav'n.

2 This world is all full of joy to me,
It whispers in ev'ry leafy tree
And glows in ev'ry sunbeam bright,
And sings sweet songs in the pale moonlight,
There's joy in ev'ry sight and sound
Wherever the works of God are found.
But bliss on earth is never giv'n;
Joy is for earth, but bliss for heav'n.

3 This world is all full of joy to me,
Forever it rings most happy and free,
Yea, breaks all bounds and hies away
In youthful sports on a gala day,
But reigns most sweet in homes of love,
A foretaste below of that above.
But bliss on earth is never giv'n;
Joy is for earth, but bliss for heav'n.