1 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!
2 Come to that happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will ye 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.
3 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | There is a happy land |
Title: | There is a happy land |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Hope: Longing for heaven |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Young |