WHERE WE'LL NEVER GROW OLD 182
I have heard of a land on the far away strand,
‘Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, there we never shall die,
‘Tis a land where we never grow old.
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.
In that beautiful home where we’ll nevermore roam,
We shall be in the sweet by and by;
Happy praise to the King, through eternity sing,
‘Tis a land where we never shall die.
When our work here is done and the life-crown is won.
And our troubles and trials are o’er,
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.
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