I have heard of a land
On a far away strand
In the Bible the story is told
Where cares never come
Never darkness nor gloom
And nothing shall ever grow old
In that beautiful land
On the far away strand
No storms with their blasts ever frown
The streets I am told
Are paved with pure gold
And the sun, it 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
And perennial spring
Where the birds ever sing
And nothing shall ever grow old
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