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 every eye
Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die
Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won
And, bright, above the sun, we reign for aye