361. There Is a Happy Land
There is a happy land,
Far, far away;
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is the Savior King!
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.
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 live with Thee!
Blest, blest for aye.