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 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.

OLY 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: