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. Then shall his kingdom come, Be a crown and kingdom won, Saints shall share a glorious home, And bright above the sun We'll reign for aye. | |