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

Bright, in that happy land,
Beams every eye;
Kept by a Father’s hand,
Love cannot die;
Oh, then to glory run-
Jesus has the victory won;
And bright, above the sun,
Reign, reign 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 dwell with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye!