White Roses and Old Books with Lord of the wide, extensive main and Oh, have you not heard of that country above

  Lord of the wide, extensive main,
  Whose power the wind, the sea, controls,
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,
  Whose Spirit leads believing souls;

  ‘Tis here thine unknown paths we trace,
  Which dark to human eyes appear;
While through the mighty waves we pass,
  Faith only sees that God is here.

  Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine;
  We own thy way is in the sea,
O’er awed by majesty divine,
  And lost in thine immensity.

  Thy wisdom here we learn to adore;
  Thine everlasting truth we prove;
Amazing heights of boundless power,
  Unfathomable depths of love.

Charles Wesley
Oh, have you not heard of that country above,
The name of its King and His infinite love?
His children are deathless and happy, I’m told;
Oh, will it abide-will we never grow old?

That wonderful land has a city of life,
Ne’er darken’d with anguish, nor dying, nor strife;
Its temples and streets are all flashing with gold,
Oh, can it be true, will we never grow old?

A mansion of wonderful beauty is there,
And Jesus that mansion has gone to prepare;
Its bright jasper walls how I long to behold,
And join in the song that will never grow old.

They tell me its friendship and love are so pure,
Its joys never die, and its treasures are sure;
And loved ones departed, so silent and cold,
Will greet us again where we’ll never grow old.

In life’s weary conflicts, there’s fainting and care,
Each year the gray deepens a shade in the hair;
But in the blest book where my name is enrolled,
I read of that land where we’ll never grow old.

Chorus
‘Twill always be new, it will never decay;
No night ever comes, it will always be day;
It gladdens my heart with a joy that’s untold,
To think of that land where we’ll never grow old.

Rev. W. W. Baily