The New Happy Land

There’s a land all free from sad­ness

Out be­yond this world of care;

On some bright and glad to­mor­row

Shall my spir­it en­ter there?

In that land be­yond the riv­er

Where my soul shall nev­er die;

O

my Lord

will Thou ac­cept me

In that home be­yond the sky?

Loving friends have gone be­fore us

And have bid­den me to come;

Are their spir­its bend­ing o’er me—

Will they bid me wel­come home?

Age is touch­ing me with sad­ness

Soon I shall be called to go;

Shall it be to fields of glad­ness

Where the liv­ing wa­ters flow?