“PARADISE WILL PAY FOR ALL”

From the charm of idle pleasure,

From Ambition's siren song,

From the rush for earthly treasure

Of the busy, careless throng;

In the dawn of life's fair morning

He had heard the Master's call;

“Yea, I come,” his heart made answer,

“Paradise will pay for all.”

On through years of toil and struggle

Walked he, faithful to his word;

Blameless life and kind entreaty

Leading many to the Lord.

Meeting dangers, bearing burdens

Well might stoutest heart appal;

But to every doubt replying,

“Paradise will pay for all.”

Now at eve, toil-spent and weary,

Pierced with pain the pilgrim lay;

Watching still with faith triumphant

For the dawn of brighter day.

Then upon his ear there falleth

Once again the Master's call:

“Come up higher.” “Yea,” he answers,

“Paradise will pay for all.”