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 Over,
All Our Sorrow Will End, And Our Voices Will Blend,
With The Loved Ones Who’ve Gone On Before.