We are happy, happy Christians;
Thus we sing our daily song,
For our Saviour died to save us,
That to Him we might belong.
He’s our Saviour—He’s our Saviour,
Shedding for us His life’s blood;
From our sins He now has cleansed us,
And has made us fit for God.
We will praise Him, we will praise Him,
For His wondrous, matchless grace,
Coming down from highest glory,
Came and took the sinner’s place.
We are hastening on to glory,
Where our Saviour’s gone before;
Soon we’ll see Him—hear His welcome
To that bright and happy shore.
We are happy—we are happy—
For our Saviour we shall see;
We’ll be like Him—we’ll be like Him,
Throughout all eternity!
O, the glory! O, the glory!
That awaits His people there!
Soon we’ll hear His trumpet sounding,
Then we’ll meet Him in the air.
ML 02/27/1944