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There is a happy land
Far, far away
Where saints in glory stand
Bright, bright as day.
O how they sweetly sing
Worthy is our Savior King;
Loud let his praises ring
Praise, praise for aye.
Come to that happy land,
Come, come away!
Why will you doubting stand?
Why yet delay?
O we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.
Bright in that happy land,
Beams every eye;
Kept by a father's hand,
Love cannot die.
Then shall his kingdom come,
Saints shal share a glorious home,
And bright above the sun,
We'll reign for aye.
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