I’ve heard a lot of people tell what Heave has in store
They say we’ll see lot of sights with much we can explore
And there will be a lot of sounds to please this very ear
But I’ll be thankful for the things we will not see or hear.
Chorus:
We’ll never see a tear of grief or hear a cry of pain
We’ll never hear the voice of death or see a cripple’s crane.
We’ll never see a broken home or hear a lonesome sigh
And praise the Lord in Heaven’s land we’ll never say good-bye.
When I lay down this mortal flesh and pass through Canaan’s land
I’ll bow before the Lamb of God and touch his nail-scarred hand.
I’ll praise his name while age’s roll for a reason why
I’ll greet you on the street of gold, where we’ll never say good bye.