113. O Paradise! 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 thro' and thro'

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!

'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;