There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand;
Bright, bright as day.
Oh how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Savior King,
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.

Come to that happy land,
Come, come away,
Why will you doubting stand,
Why still delay?
Oh we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.

Bright in that happy land
Beams ev’ry eye;
Kept by a Father’s hand
Love cannot die:
Then shall His kingdom come,
Saints shall share a glor’ous home,
And bright above the sun
We’ll reign for aye.

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