Happy Land

There is a happy land, far, far away Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise 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 live with Thee, blest, blest for aye 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