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.
— Father Faber.
Holy God, We Praise Thy Name
HOLY God, we praise Thy name!
Lord of all, we bow before Thee!
All on earth Thy scepter claim.
All in heav'n above adore Thee:
