Never Grow Old (Moore)

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 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 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 o’er;

All our sor­row will end

And our voic­es will blend

With the loved ones who’ve gone on be­fore.