1. There is a happy land, Far, far a-way, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let his praises ring, Praise, praise for aye. 241 2. Come to that happy land, Come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, Why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, When, from sin and sorrow free, 3. Bright, in that happy land, Oh, then, to glory run; Be a crown and kingdom won; We reign for aye. 182 Hy. 242 WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN? (New.) 1. When shall we meet again? Meet ne'er to sever? When will peace wreathe her chain, Round us forever? Our hearts will ne'er repose Safe from each blast that blows In this dark vale of woes, Never, No, never! 2. When shall love freely flow, Pure as life's river? 8. Up to that world of light Where kindred spirits dwell, 4. Soon shall we meet again, Soon will peace wreathe her chain Our hearts will then repose- Our songs of praise shall close Never-no, never. |