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. 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. On, then, to glory run; Be a crown and kingdom won, And bright above the sun Reign, reign for aye.