Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition

There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh, 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 ye doubting stand;
Why yet 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.
Then shall His kingdom come;
Saints shall share a glorious home,
And bright above the sun,
We’ll reign for aye.