Classic Poem

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
— Is destining for me.

O Paradise, O Paradise,
— I feel 'twill 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.