Many friends have passed over the riv­er,
And are safe in the heav­en­ly fold;
They have passed from this life with its sha­dows
To the land where they nev­er grow old.

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Where they nev­er grow old,
No, nev­er grow old,
To the land where they nev­er grow old;
They are safe in those man­sions eter­nal,
In the land where they nev­er grow old.

We have seen them de­part from our pre­sence,
While their forms were be­fore us so cold;
But we hope in the fu­ture to find them
In the land where they nev­er grow old.

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Now the fa­ther and mo­ther are wait­ing
In the beau­ti­ful city of gold
For the ga­ther­ing there of the child­ren
To the land where they nev­er grow old.

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And the sweet lit­tle rose­bud that left us
For a home in the beau­ti­ful fold,
It is call­ing the fa­ther and mo­ther
To the land where they nev­er grow old.

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