GRH 538 There Is a Happy Land

(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 our Saviour King;’
Loud let His praises ring, Praise, praise for aye!

(2)
Those with our Lord so dear, Live ever more,
Peace find, no ill to fear, No worries sore;
No sin, no never there, Free from Satan’s evil snare,
Joined with the angels fair, Safe in the fold.

(3)
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 dwell with Thee, Bless evermore.

(4)
Bright, in that Happy land, Beams ev’ry 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, Reign evermore.