In the pa­ra­dise of Je­sus
There are ma­ny homes of light,
And they shine be­yond the dark­ness
With a ra­di­ance clear and bright.

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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.

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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.

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Then, the pear­ly gates un­fold­ing,
Never shall be closed again;
We shall see with­in the ci­ty
Jesus, ’mid His white robed train.

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