1
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.
2
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.
3
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.
—
Author: Andrew Young (1838)
Tune: HAPPY LAND
There is a happy land,