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?
’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?
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.
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.