Where We'll Never Grow Old

I have heard of a land on the faraway 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.