In A Land Where We'll Never Grow Old
Dad Speer
I have heard of a land on the faraway strand,
'Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on the 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.
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.
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
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