Again:  “If any man will serve
    Thee, let him follow me;
  For where I am, he there, right sure,
    Then shall my servant be.” 
  And still:  “If any man loves me,
    Him loves my Father dear,
  Whom I do love—­to him myself
    In glory will appear.”

  Lord, take away my misery,
    That then I may be bold
  With Thee, in Thy Jerusalem,
    Thy glory to behold;
  And so in Zion see my king,
    My love, my Lord, my all—­
  Where now as in a glass I see,
    There face to face I shall.

  Oh! blessed are the pure in heart—­
    Their sovereign they shall see;
  O ye most happy, heavenly wights,
    Which of God’s household be! 
  O Lord, with speed dissolve my bands,
    These gins and fetters strong;
  For I have dwelt within the tents
    Of Kedar over long.

  Yet search me, Lord, and find me out! 
    Fetch me Thy fold unto,
  That all Thy angels may rejoice,
    While all Thy will I do. 
  O mother dear!  Jerusalem! 
    When shall I come to thee? 
  When shall my sorrows have an end,
    Thy joys when shall I see?

  Yet once again I pray Thee, Lord,
    To quit me from all strife,
  That to Thy hill I may attain,
    And dwell there all my life—­
  With cherubim and seraphim
    And holy souls of men,
  To sing Thy praise, O God of hosts! 
    Forever and amen!

ANONYMOUS.

* * * * *

PARADISE.

  O Paradise, O Paradise,
    Who doth not crave for rest,
  Who would not seek the happy land
    Where they that loved are blest? 
      Where loyal hearts and true
        Stand ever in the light,
      All rapture through and through,
        In God’s most holy sight.

  O Paradise, O Paradise,
    The world is growing old;
  Who would not be at rest and free
    Where love is never cold? 
      Where loyal hearts and true
        Stand ever in the light,
      All rapture through and through,
        In God’s most holy sight.

  O Paradise, O Paradise,
    Wherefore doth death delay?—­
  Bright death, that is the welcome dawn
    Of our eternal day;
      Where loyal hearts and true
        Stand ever in the light,
      All rapture through and through,
        In God’s most holy sight.

  O Paradise, O Paradise,
    ’Tis weary waiting here;
  I long to be where Jesus is,
    To feel, to see him near;
      Where loyal hearts and true
        Stand ever in the light,
      All rapture through and through,
        In God’s most holy sight.

  O Paradise, O Paradise,
    I want to sin no more,
  I want to be as pure on earth
    As on thy spotless shore;
      Where loyal hearts and true
        Stand ever in the light,
      All rapture through and through,
        In God’s most holy sight.