O Paradise!

O para­dise! O para­dise!

Who doth not crave for rest?

Who would not seek the hap­py land

Where they that loved are blest?

Where loy­al hearts and true

Stand ev­er in the light.

All rap­ture through and through

In God’s most ho­ly sight?

O para­dise! O para­dise!

The world is grow­ing old;

Who would not be at rest and free

Where love is nev­er cold.

O para­dise! O para­dise!

Wherefore doth death de­lay

Bright death

that is the wel­come dawn

Of our eter­nal day?

O para­dise! O para­dise!

’Tis wea­ry wait­ing here;

I long to be where Je­sus is

To feel

to see Him near.

O para­dise! O para­dise!

I want to sin no more

I want to be as pure on earth

As on thy spot­less shore.

O para­dise! O para­dise!

I great­ly long to see

The spe­cial place my dear­est Lord

In love pre­pares for me.

O para­dise! O para­dise!

I feel ’twill not be long;

Patience! I al­most think I hear

Faint frag­ments of thy song.

Lord Je­su

King of para­dise

O keep me in Thy love

And guide me to that hap­py land

Of per­fect rest above.