Friday slowdown

 No actual music today . . . 

Let's just think on some lovely old words. This is a very special song that was written by James C. Moore, over one hundred years ago. 

1. I have heard of a land 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.
   • Refrain:
     Never grow old, never grow old,
     In a land where we’ll never grow old;
     Never grow old, never grow old,
     In a land where we’ll never grow old.
2. In that beautiful home 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.
3. When our work here is done 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.