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.
In a land where we'll never grow old;
Never grow old, (where we'll) never grow old,
In a land where we'll never grow old.
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.
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.