1 I have heard of a land
On a far away strand,
In the Bible the story is told,
Where cares never come,
Never darkness nor gloom,
And nothing shall ever grow old.
Chorus:
In that beautiful land,
On the far away strand,
No storms with their blasts ever frown;
The street, I am told, is paved with pure gold,
And the sun, it shall never go down.
2 There are evergreen trees
That bend low in the breeze,
And their fruitage is brighter than gold;
There are harps for our hands,
In that fairest of lands,
And nothing shall ever grow old. [Chorus]
3 There’s a home in that land,
At the Father’s right hand,
There are mansions whose joys are untold;
And perennial spring,
Where the birds ever sing,
And nothing shall ever grow old. [Chorus]
Source: Christian Hymns: for every purpose in worship #319