In the Paradise of Jesus

In the para­dise of Je­sus

There are ma­ny homes of light

And they shine be­yond the dark­ness

With a ra­di­ance clear and bright.

Oh

that I might hear the an­gels

Singing o’er the crys­tal sea

And amidst the ma­ny man­sions

Find a home pre­pared for me.

In those qui­et rest­ing plac­es

Midst the pas­tures green and fair

Jesus ga­thers in the home­less

And He dwells among them there.

Can we see those hap­py fac­es

Of the dear ones gone be­fore?

They are rea­dy now to greet us

When we gain that bless­èd shore.

Then

the pear­ly gates un­fold­ing

Never shall be closed again;

We shall see with­in the ci­ty

Jesus

’mid His white robed train.