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IO PARADISE! O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest?
mf Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight?

20 Paradise! O Paradise!

The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free, Where love is never cold? mf Where loyal hearts, &c. 3 mfO Paradise! O Paradise! 'Tis weary waiting here;

cres I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near; mf Where loyal hearts, &c.

4 mf O Paradise! O Paradise! p I want to sin no more, cres I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore ; mf Where loyal hearts, &c.

5 mf Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, Oh, keep me in Thy love,

cres And guide me to that happy land Of perfect rest above;

f Where loyal hearts, &c.

Amen.

I mfWE speak of the realms of the blest,
Of that country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confessed;
f But what must it be to be there!

2 mf We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls decked with jewels so rare,

Of its wonders and pleasures untold; f But what must it be to be there! 3 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within; f But what must it be to be there!

4 mf We speak of its anthems of praise, With which we can never compare

The sweetest on earth we can raise ; f But what must it be to be there! 5 mf We speak of its service of love, Of the robes which the glorified wear, Of the Church of the first-born above; f But what must it be to be there!

6 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure or woe, Still for heaven our spirits prepare ;

cres And shortly we also shall know

And feel what it is to be there. Amen.