Author:		Andrew Young, 1807-1889
Musician:		Select Melodies, 1827

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.

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,
Blessed, blessed for aye.

Bright in that happy land
Beams ev'ry 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.