O have you not heard of that coun­try above,
The name of its king and His in­fi­nite love?
His child­ren are death­less and hap­py, I’m told;
Oh! will it abide, will it ne­ver grow old?

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’Twill al­ways be new, it will ne­ver de­cay;
No night ev­er comes, it will al­ways be day;
It glad­dens my heart with a joy that’s un­told,
To think of that land that will ne­ver grow old.

That won­der­ful land has a ci­ty of life
Ne’er dark­ened with ang­uish, nor dy­ing, nor strife;
Its tem­ples and streets all are flash­ing with gold,
Oh! can it be true, it will ne­ver grow old?

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A man­sion of won­der­ful beau­ty is there,
And Je­sus that man­sion has gone to pre­pare;
Its bright jas­per walls how I long to be­hold,
And join in the song that will ne­ver grow old.

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They tell me its friend­ships and love are so pure,
Its joys ne­ver die, and its trea­sures are sure;
And loved ones, de­part­ed, so si­lent and cold,
Will greet us again where we’ll ne­ver grow old.

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