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.

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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.

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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.

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