There is a better world above,
Oh, so bright! oh, so bright!
Where all is peace, and joy, and love,
Oh, so bright! oh, so bright!
And all are free from every care,
And angels of the Lord are there,
And harps of God, and mansions fair,
Oh, so bright! oh, so bright!

No clouds e'er pass along its sky,
Happy land! happy land!
No teardrops glisten in the eye,
Happy land! happy land!
They drink the gushing streams of grace,
And gaze upon the Saviour's face,
Whose brightness fills the holy place,
Happy land! happy land!

But though we're sinners every one,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
And though forlorn, condemned, undone,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
All may be cleansed from every stain,
All may be crowned with bliss again,
And in that land of pleasure reign,
Jesus died, Jesus died.