Never Grow Old Eb

I have heard of a land
on the faraway strand,
’Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high,
where we never shall die,
’Tis a land where we never grow old.

Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.

In that beautiful home
where we’ll never more roam,
We shall be in the sweet by and by;
Happy praise to the King
through eternity sing,
’Tis a land where we never shall die.

When our work here is done
and the life-crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end,
and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.