Happy Day

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.

Happy day

O hap­py day!

Happy day

O hap­py day!

Come quick­ly

Lord

no more de­lay;

Come quick­ly

hap­py day.

The right­eous dead shall then arise;

With liv­ing saints as­cend the skies;

And Sa­tan in this vale of tears

Be bound a thou­sand years.

The city bright shall then ap­pear

The wick­ed then be raised to hear

The Judge’s aw­ful sen­tence dire

And earth shall melt with fire.

Then shall it blos­som as of old

In beau­ty glo­ri­ous to be­hold!

And sin and death be found no more

On that im­mor­tal shore.