Where They Never Grow Old

Many friends have passed ov­er the riv­er

And are safe in the heav­en­ly fold;

They have passed from this life with its sha­dows

To the land where they nev­er grow old.

Where they nev­er grow old

No

nev­er grow old

To the land where they nev­er grow old;

They are safe in those man­sions eter­nal

In the land where they nev­er grow old.

We have seen them de­part from our pre­sence

While their forms were be­fore us so cold;

But we hope in the fu­ture to find them

In the land where they nev­er grow old.

Now the fa­ther and mo­ther are wait­ing

In the beau­ti­ful city of gold

For the ga­ther­ing there of the child­ren

To the land where they nev­er grow old.

And the sweet lit­tle rose­bud that left us

For a home in the beau­ti­ful fold

It is call­ing the fa­ther and mo­ther

To the land where they nev­er grow old.