I have heard of a land
On the far away strandIt’s a beautiful home of the soul
Built by Jesus on high
Where we never shall die
It’s a land where we never grow old
In that beautiful home
Where we’ll never more roam
We shall meet in the sweet by and by
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing
To the land where we never grow old
When our work here is done
and the life crown is won
And our troubles and trials are over
All our sorrow will end
All our voices will blend
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before
It’s a land where we never grow old
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