Happy Day
Sweet promise,—"I will come again;
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Sweet promise,—"I will come again;Go preach this gospel to all men;""Come quickly, Lord," my soul doth say,"And bring that happy day:"
Chorus.
Happy day, O happy day!Happy day, O happy day!Happy day, O happy day! happy day,Happy day, O happy day! happy day;Come quickly Lord, no more delay;Come quickly, happy day.
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The righteous dead shall then arise,With living saints ascend the skies;And Satan in this vale of tearsBe bound a thousand years.
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The city bright shall then appear,The wicked then be raised to hearThe Judge's awful sentence dire,And earth shall melt with fire.
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Then shall it blossom as of old,In beauty glorious to behold;And sin and death be found no moreOn that immortal shore.