There is a happy land
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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.
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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.
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Bright in that happy landBeams every eye;Kept by a Father's hand,Love cannot die;Then shall thy kingdom come,Saints shall have a glorious home;And, brighter than the sun,Reign, reign for aye.