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?     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,   Wherefore doth death delay?— Bright death, that is the welcome dawn   Of our eternal day;     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,   ’T is weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is,   To feel, to see him near;     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,   I want to sin no more, I want to be as pure on earth   As on thy spotless shore;     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,   I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord   Is destining for me;     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,   I feel ’t will not be long; Patience! I almost think I hear   Faint fragments of thy song;     Where loyal hearts and true       Stand ever in the light,     All rapture through and through,       In God’s most holy sight.