|1||In the Paradise of Jesus
There are many homes of light,
And they shine beyond the darkness
With a radiance clear and bright.
Oh, that I might hear the Angels
Singing o’er the crystal sea,
And amidst the many mansions
Find a home prepared for me!
|2||There are sounds of many voices
In the golden streets above,
Filling all the air with gladness,
Blended in eternal love.
|3||In those quiet resting places,
’Midst the pastures green and fair,
Jesus gathers in the homeless,
And He dwells among them there.
|4||Can we see the happy faces
Of the dear ones gone before?
They are ready now to greet us
When we gain that blessed shore.
|5||Then the pearly gates, unfolding,
Never shall be closed again,
We shall see within the City
Jesus, ’mid His white-robed train.
|6||Oh, to join the Alleluia,
And the glad thanksgiving raise,
With the ransomed hosts of Jesus,
In their songs of endless praise! Amen.