The Summer Land

To that sum­mer land up yon­der

Where the an­gels ev­er sing

Hallelujahs to the Sav­ior

Sweet ho­san­nahs to the King;

We are march­ing swift­ly on­ward

Guided by a Fa­ther’s hand

Thro’ this world of sin and sor­row

To that hap­py sum­mer land.

Oh

the joy when we get there

Golden crowns of life to wear

In that hap­py land so fair

In that sum­mer land up yon­der.

To that sum­mer land up yon­der

Some are go­ing ev­ery day

And the time is draw­ing near­er

When we

too

shall go away;

We are go­ing straight to Je­sus

There to join the ran­somed band

We will praise His name for ev­er

In that hap­py sum­mer land.

In that sum­mer land up yon­der

There’s a place pre­pared for all

Who are trust­ing in the Sav­ior

Who will list­en to His call;

And the happy time is com­ing

When the Lord shall give com­mand

And we’ll leave this world for ev­er

For that hap­py sum­mer land.