That Happy Land

There’s a land of pure de­light

Where can come no sin or night

Just be­yond the gold­en strand;

And some day we hope to rest

With the saved ones and the blest

In that hap­py

hap­py land!

O the rap­ture we shall know

Free from ev­ery care and woe!

With our Sav­ior we shall be

Throughout all eter­ni­ty

In that hap­py

hap­py land!

There’ll be joy be­yond com­pare

Freedom from all pain and care

When in Heav’n re­deemed we stand;

All our sor­rows will be o’er

With our friends we’ll part no more

In that hap­py

hap­py land!

Sinner

will you go with me

To that land be­yond death’s sea?

Then ob­ey your Lord’s com­mand;

O ac­cept Him while ’tis day

That you may ab­ide for aye

In that hap­py

hap­py land!