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.
There is a city crowned with light;
Its joys no tongue can tell;
For they who enter shall behold their Lord,
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.