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 Saviour King!

Loud let his praises ring,—

Praise, praise for aye!

Come to this 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!