Scripture Verse

I saw four and twenty elders sitting, clothed in white raiment; and they had on their heads crowns of gold. Revelation 4:4


St. John in the Clouds
Albrecht Dürer

Words: Mrs. F. A. F. Wood-White, 1889.

Music: James M. Ha­gan (🔊 pdf nwc).

Note: The song Ne­ver Grow Old has ve­ry si­mi­lar words and al­most iden­ti­cal mu­sic.

If you know Wood-White’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of her (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Ha­gan,

James M. Hagan


I have heard of a land
On a far away strand,
In the Bible the story is told,
Where no cares ever come,
Neither darkness nor gloom,
And nothing shall ever grow old.


In that beautiful land,
On the faraway strand,
There awaits us a robe and a crown;
In that city, we’re told,
The streets are pure gold,
And the sunlight shall never go down.

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.


There’s a home in that land,
At the Father’s right hand;
There are mansions whose joys are untold;
There the ransomed will sing
Round the throne of their king,
And nothing shall ever grow old.