WE despair of our weaknesses, feeling deep shame,
SHALL ever our heads rise above our mistakes ?
HAPPY those times we can raise up our game,
BE aware our salvation has lifted the stakes.
WHEN is something I do or something I say
FROM my heart apt to lead to a happy time ?
SIN shall be forgiven, all washed away
AND shall kindness and goodness and mercy be prime.
SORROW, begone. In its place comes pure joy,
FREE from those burdens which rob, steal, destroy.
Song Lyrics by Andrew Young (1838)
There is a Happy Land