I

O Paradise above!

In glory all excelling;

There hath the God of love,

Fixed an eternal dwelling;

There loveliest beauty shines,

And pleasure endless thrills;

There love the soul entwines,

And peace the bosom fills.

The saints of God frequent its bowers,

And whispers fan its fragrant flowers.

II

Here would I humbly fall,

Before my God adoring,

That He may heed the call,

I bring to Him imploring;

And open wide the gate,

Closed by the hand of sin,

That, with the saints, thus late,

I yet may enter in;

And taste the tree of life that grows,

To heal the smart of mortal woes.