First Line: There is a Paradise of rest,

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.