PARADISE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 26, 1877

O EXILED Paradise, Oh, how we long for thee! When wilt thou robe the earth, When plant life's healing tree? Oh, for thy smiling hills, With gush of clear cascade,— Forever-flowing rills, By living waters made! Thou hast fresh blooming vales, Where glitt'ring fountains play, And sweet sequestered dales, Hid in thy groves away.

Oh, for thy fragrant flowers, That bloom through all the year! Oh, for thy rosy bowers, The wilderness to cheer! To thee we shall “return, And to Mount Zion come!” With songs sing joyfully, “And shout the harvest home.” Awake the harp and lute In praises to the King Who reigns on David's throne; To him hosannas bring.

Jesus shall ever reign. When his bright kingdom comes, The sun shall be ashamed Before his dazzling throne; The moon, confounded, then Shall hide her silver ray, And saints of every age Rejoice in glorious day. O exiled Paradise! Oh, how we long for thee! Robe thou anew the earth, Bring back life's healing tree.

—Sel.