Far, far away;
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!"
Oh, to that happy land,
Christ went away;
Who does in glory stand,
While we delay;
Oh, 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 ev'ry eye;
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die;
Oh, then to glory run,
Saints shall share a glorious home,
And bright above the sun,
We'll reign for aye!
--Andrew Young (1807-1889)
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