^DThere is ^A7a ^Dhappy land, far, far ^A7awa^Dy, Where saints ^A7in ^Dglory stand, bright, bright ^A7as ^Dday. Oh, how they ^Gsweetly ^Dsing, wort^A7hy ^Dis our ^GSavior ^DKing, Loud let His ^Gpraises ^Dring, praise, praise ^A7for ^Daye.

Come to ^A7that ^Dhappy land, come, come ^A7awa^Dy; Why will ^A7ye ^Ddoubting stand, why still ^A7del^Day? Oh, we shall ^Ghappy ^Dbe, when ^A7from ^Dsin and ^Gsorrow ^Dfree, Lord, we shall ^Glive with ^DThee, blest, blest ^A7for ^Daye.

Bright, in ^A7that ^Dhappy land, beams eve^A7ry ^Deye; Kept by ^A7a ^DFather’s hand, love can^A7not ^Ddie. Oh, then to ^Gglory ^Drun; be ^A7a ^Dcrown and ^Gkingdom ^Dwon; And, bright, a^Gbove the ^Dsun, we reign ^A7for ^Daye.