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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 13, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 2.

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PARADISE.

By Thoro Harris

O HAPPY land of Paradise, The soul's eternal rest! We long to gain our heav'nly home And be forever blest, To walk the streets of gold, Before His face to fall, To lay our trophies at His feet And hail Him King of all.
The saints shall sing in Paradise And loud hosannas raise; Through endless years new joys shall wake New strains of loftier praise; Of Moses and the Lamb Before the throne they sing; They triumph in the peerless name Of heaven's victorious King.
O blessed home in Paradise Beyond death's wintry tide! O blissful sight, to view the form Of Christ the crucified, And with His ransomed host In adoration fall, And in His own loved Paradise To crown Him King of all!
O happy, happy Paradise! O sweet, unfading bliss! This is my solace, this my hope, This all my comfort is:— That I one day shall stand Upon the crystal sea, Receive the crown from Jesus' hand, Who died to ransom me!
THORO HARRIS.
(Copyright, 1903 by Meyer & Bros., Chicago.)