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'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 thru 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.

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.

where we'll where we'll