There Is a Paradise of Rest

There is a para­dise of rest

On yon­der tran­quil shore

Beyond the sha­dow and the gloom of night

Where toil and tears are o’er.

Meet me there

oh

meet me there

At the dawn­ing of that morn­ing bright and fair;

Meet me there

oh

meet me there

In the land be­yond the riv­er meet me there.

There is a ci­ty crowned with light

Its joy no tongue can tell;

For they who en­ter shall be­hold the King

And in His pre­sence dwell.

There is a crown laid up on high

That Christ the Lord will give

To those who pa­tient­ly His com­ing wait

And for His glo­ry live.

Oh

then be faith­ful unto death

Press on the heav’n­ly way

That we may en­ter through the gates of life

To realms of end­less day.