Paradise O Paradise, O Paradise, I long to sin no more, I long to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore. O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord Is destining for me. O Paradise, O Paradise, I feel 'twill not be long; Patience! I almost think I hear Faint fragments of thy song: Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight. TEACH US TO DIE Arthur Penrhyn Stanley W HERE shall we learn to die? Go, gaze with steadfast eye Where through each lingering hour Most lowly and most high, Has taught the Christian how to die. When in the olive shade His long last prayer he pray'd, No word of anxious strife, No anxious cry for life; By scoff and torture torn, He speaks not scorn for scorn; Teach Us to Die Calmly forgiving those Who deem themselves his foes, In silent majesty He points the way at peace to die. Delighting to the last In memories of the past; His great humility Loves in such acts of love to die. Beyond his depth of woes Lives on when all beside shall die. Bereft, but not alone, The world is still his own; The realm of deathless truth Still breathes immortal youth; Sure, though in shuddering dread, That all is finished, With purpose fix'd and high The friend of all mankind must die. Oh, by those weary hours Of slowly-ebbing powers; By those deep lessons heard In each expiring word; By that unfailing love So teach us, Lord, with Thee to die. |