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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