James C. Moore 1914
While a 26 years old seminary student, Moore visited his hometown church to preach, where his father had led the singing for years. Hearing his father’s voice failing him, Moore knew that he would not hear his father sing much longer due to his father’s advanced age. He wrote this song and dedicated it to his parents.
I have heard of a land On the faraway strand ‘Tis a beautiful home of the soul Built by Jesus on high There we never shall die ‘Tis a land where we never grow old. Chorus Never grow old, never grow old, in a land where we’ll never grow old (x2) In that beautiful home Where we’ll nevermore 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. 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.