Verse 1
I Have heCard of a land on the far away strand,
'Tis a beauFtiful hoCme of the soGul;
Built by JesCus on high, there we never shall die,
'Tis a laFnd where we neCver grGow oCld
Chorus
NeCver grow old, nevFer grow olCd,
In a land where we'll nevDer grow olGd;
NevCer grow old, nevFer grow olCd,
In a land where we'll neAmver grGow oCld
In that beautCiful home where we'll nevermore roam,
We shall bFe in the swCeet by and bGy;
Happy praCise to the King, through eternity sing,
'Tis a laFnd where we nevCer shGall dCie
Chorus
NeCver grow old, nevFer grow olCd,
In a land where we'll nevDer grow olGd;
NevCer grow old, nevFer grow olCd,
In a land where we'll neAmver grGow oCld
When our woCrk here is done and the life-crown is won,
And our trouFbles and traiCls are o'Ger,
All our sorCrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the lovFed ones who've goCne on GbeforeC
Chorus
NeCver grow old, nevFer grow olCd,
In a land where we'll nevDer grow olGd;
NevCer grow old, nevFer grow olCd,
In a land where we'll neAmver grGow oCld