Do you wish, my brother dear, for that land Where our Creator holds His reign, That holy paradise so grand, Where with His children, the Father remains? There His Son in glory eternal Sits upon the throne through endless days, He is King of the Universal, Your Savior and mine in all ways. And soon the Son shall come for His Church— He will take His beloved bride, She who kept her faith secure And shall be with Him, forever, in pride. She will forget earth's dark distress… There angelic choirs sing their song… For that paradise I beg God's grace, For His divine blessing all along.
