I’ll not live my life in vain ,
Living in drought while waiting for rain.
I know a place where fountains flow ,
It’s not that far , I think I’ll go.
I know a place where meadows grow ,
Where peace resides and starlights glow.
A place with pearls on golden gates ,
Where love and joy and Jesus waits.
I know a place where choirs rejoice ,
Where harps resound with tender voice.
Where truth abounds page after page ,
Where Gospels ring throughout the age.