Where We'll Never Grow Old

(John C. Moore)



I have heard of a land on the faraway strand

This beautiful home of the soul

Built by Jesus on high there we never shall die

This the land where we'll never grow old.



Never grow old, never grow old

In the land where we'll never grow old

Never grow old, never grow old

In the land where we'll never grow old.



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When our work here is done and our life's 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 the land where we'll never grow old

Never grow old, never grow old

In the land where we'll never grow old...