Never Grow Old
James C. Moore
I have heard of a land on the far away strand
'Tis a beautiful home of the soul
Built by Jesus on high, where 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
When our work here is done and the life crown is won
And our troubles and trials are over
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
