The Happy Song

Oh the joy that we may know

When unit­ed here be­low—

We are march­ing to the pal­ace of the King;

With our faith se­rene­ly bright

Every bur­den will be light

And to­ge­ther of His mer­cy we shall sing.

Sing the song

the hap­py song

That fills with joy the realms of glo­ry

Sing the song

the hap­py song

And praise

and praise His name for­ev­er­more.

Oh

the rap­ture of the soul

Tho’ the stor­my bil­lows roll

If in Je­sus we are shel­tered from alarms;

We can shout aloud His praise

Who di­rect­ed all our ways

For be­neath us are His ev­er­last­ing arms.

Oh

the tran­quil peace and love

That He giv­eth from above

And the com­fort that His sac­red pre­sence brings;

When He calls His own apart

And com­munes with ev­ery heart

While we rest be­neath the sha­dow of His wings.

When our jour­ney here is past

And the twi­light comes at last

When the deep­er shades of ev­en­ing shall des­cend;

What a morn­ing will be ours

In those nev­er fad­ing bow­ers

When we join the nob­ler song that ne’er shall end.