O Paradise, O Paradise,

Who doth not crave for rest?

Who would not seek the happy land

Where they that loved are blest;

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,

We long to sin no more;

We long to be as pure on earth

As on thy spotless shore;

O Paradise, O Paradise,

We shall not wait for long;

E'en now the loving ear may catch

Faint fragments of thy song;

Lord Jesus, King of Paradise,

O keep us in Thy love,

And guide us to that happy land

Of perfect rest above;

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture, through and through

In God's most holy sight.

Amen.