1.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 that happy land Come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay? O! we shall happy be, From all 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; Then shall Thy kingdom come, Saints have a glorious home; And, brighter than the sun, Reign, reign for aye.