1 Sweet pro­mise, "I will come again;
Go preach this Gos­pel to all men";
"Come quick­ly, Lord," my soul doth say,
"And bring that hap­py day."

Refrain:
Happy day, O hap­py day!
Happy day, O hap­py day!
Come quick­ly, Lord, no more de­lay;
Come quick­ly, hap­py day.

2 The right­eous dead shall then arise;
With liv­ing saints as­cend the skies;
And Sa­tan in this vale of tears
Be bound a thou­sand years. [Refrain]

3 The city bright shall then ap­pear,
The wick­ed then be raised to hear
The Judge’s aw­ful sen­tence dire,
And earth shall melt with fire. [Refrain]

4 Then shall it blos­som as of old,
In beau­ty glo­ri­ous to be­hold!
And sin and death be found no more
On that im­mor­tal shore. [Refrain]