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Paradise Restored

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 10, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 32.

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Paradise Restored

By Calvin Green

CALVIN GREEN
O PARADISE! Thou blest abode! Within thy gates what joy awaits The saints of God! Life’s crystal waters freely flow, Celestial breezes gently blow, While on thy plains of living green Lions and playful lambs are seen.
O paradise! how sweet to rest Within thy bowers, amid thy flowers, With all the blest! The lame shall leap, the deaf shall hear, The dumb shall sing in anthems clear, While lovely birds in sweetest lays Prolong the notes of endless praise.
On thy fair plains, O paradise! No drifting snow, no fierce winds blow, Nor tempests rise. No palsied limbs, no weary feet Within thy sacred, calm retreat; No sightless eye, no anxious care, Since Eden blooms forever there.
O paradise! what joy sublime! No grief, no fears, no cause for tears In that fair clime; For sin’s dark curse shall be no more, But truth shall reign from shore to shore. Transporting thought—no death, no tomb, When paradise again shall bloom!
O paradise! thou home of God! Thy vast domains, thy fertile plains How wondrous broad! Within thy spicy gardens rare Ambrosial fruits of Canaan fair Delight the senses, charm the soul, Long as eternal ages roll.
Sweet paradise! thou blest abode! Within thy gates what joy awaits The saints of God! For there, beyond the cold, dark tide, The mighty host, the glorified, With harp and tongue shall praise the Lord In blissful paradise restored.
Hebron, Wis.