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.