1.
There is a happy land
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
O how they sweetly sing:
Worthy is our Savior King!
Loud let his praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.
2.
Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will you doubting stand,
Why still delay?
O we shall happy be
When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee,
Blest, blest for aye.
3.
Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye;
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die.
O, then to glory run;
there a crown and kingdom won,
And bright above the sun
reign, reign for aye.
