1 O have you not heard of that country above,
The name of its King and His infinite love?
His children are deathless and happy, I’m told;
Oh, will it abide—will we never grow old?
‘Twill always be new, it will never decay;
No night ever comes, it will always be day,
It gladdens my heart with a joy that’s untold,
To think of that land where we’ll never grow old.
2 That wonderful land has a city of life,
Ne’er darkened with anguish, nor dying, nor strife;
Its temples and streets are all flashing with gold,
Oh, can it be true, will we never grow old? [Refrain]
3 A mansion of wonderful beauty is there,
And Jesus that mansion has gone to prepare;
Its bright jasper walls how I long to behold,
And join in the song that will never grow old. [Refrain]
4 They tell me its friendships and love are so pure,
Its joys never die, and its treasures are sure;
And loved ones departed, so silent and cold,
Will greet us again where we’ll never grow old. [Refrain]
5 In life’s weary conflicts, there’s fainting and care,
Each year the gray deepens a shade in the hair;
But in the blest book where my name is enrolled,
I read of that land where we’ll never grow old. [Refrain]