I am happy in a prison, yes, I'm happy anywhere,
in my soul my savior's risen, of ten thousand he is spared.
Glory, glory, hallelujah, sinners lay your burdens down,
glory, glory, hallelujah, for a cross receive a crown.
When the food is low and failing, and the children bare for clothes,
I look up to father's healing for I know my savior knows.
I am happy in a prison, yes, I'm happy anywhere,
in my soul my savior's risen, of ten thousand he is spared.
Pentecostal fire is burning, and its coming draweth nigh,
but I'm happy, always happy, though in prison I must die.
I am happy in a prison, yes, I'm happy anywhere,
in my soul my savior's risen, of ten thousand he is spared.