Never Grow Old-Eastlea Tabernacle

I have heard of a land On the faraway strand This a beautiful home of the soul Built by Jesus on high There we never shall die This the land where we'll never grow old. Never grow old, never grow old In the land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, never grow old In the land where we'll never grow old. When our work here is done And the life's 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. Never grow old, never grow old In the land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, never grow old In the land where we'll never grow old