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F. A. F. White

Mark M. Jones

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May be sung as a duet by 1st and 2nd Tenors.

I have heard of a land
On a far away strand,
In the Bible, the story is told,
Where cares never come,
Never darkness nor gloom,
And nothing shall ever grow old.

There are evergreen trees
That bend low in the breeze,
And their fruitage is brighter than gold;
There are harps for our hands
In that fairest of lands,
And nothing shall ever grow old.

There's a home in that land
At the Father's right hand;
There are mansions whose joys are untold,
And perennial spring,
Where dear ones ever sing,
And nothing shall ever grow old.

Chorus:
In that beautiful land
On the far away strand
No storms with their blasts ever frown;
The streets, I am told, are paved with pure gold,
And the sun shall never go down.