There is a happy land, Bright, bright as day; There saints in glory stand, In glad array: O, how they sweetly sing— Worthy is the Savior King! Loud let his praises ring For evermore.
Come to this happy land, Come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay? O, we shall happy be! When from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest evermore.
Bright in that happy land Beams ev'ry eye; Kept by a Father’s hand, Love cannot die. O, then to glory run; Be a crown and kingdom won, And bright above the sun, Reign evermore.