2. They stand, those Halls of Sion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an Angel, And all the Martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, His light is always seen; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
3. There is the throne of David, And bliss without alloy; The shout of them that triumph, The song of festal joy; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
4. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.
L. Anderson, S. J. From an Italian Hymnal
1. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have and end? Thy joys when shall I see?
2. O happy harbor of the Saints, O sweet and pleasant soil: In thee no sorrow may be found. No grief, no care, no toil.
3. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears not sway, There is no hunger, heat or cold But pleasure ev'ry way.
4. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same, Partaker, aye to be.
Father Faber From a Slovak Hymnal Arr. by N. A. M.
1. O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest:
Refrain Where loyal hearts and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight?
2. O Paradise! O Paradise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold;
3. O Paradise! O Paradise! 'Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near;
4. O Paradise! O Paradise! I want to sin no more; I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore;
5. O Paradise! O Paradise! I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me;
1. Faith of our Fathers: living still In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word.
Refrain Faith of our Fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to thee till death.
2. Our Fathers, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free: How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for thee!