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 or gloom,
And nothing shall ever grow old.
In that beautiful land on the far-away strand
No storms with their blasts ever frown;
The streets, I am told, are 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. [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]Source: Alexander's New Revival Hymnal: as used at the Torrey-Alexander meetings #42