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."

Chorus:
Happy day, O happy day!
Happy, 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. [Chorus]

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. [Chorus]

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. [Chorus]