I have heard of a land on the far away strand,
Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die,
Tis a land where we never grow old.
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where well never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where well never grow old.
In that beautiful home where well never more 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 oer;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones whove gone on before.