There is a Paradise of rest, On yonder tranquil shore ; Beyond the shadow and the gloom of Where toil and tears are o'er, [night,
Meet me there ! . . . oh, meet me there I . . . 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 !
2. There is a City crowned with light, Its joy no tongue can tell ; For they who enter shall behold the And in His presence dwell. [King,
3. There is a crown laid up on high, That Christ the Lord will give To those who patiently His coming And for His glory live. [wait,
4. Oh, then, be faithful unto death, Press on the heavenly way ; That we may enter through the Gates of Life To realms of endless day.