Oh Paradise, Thou Central Isle

Oh Paradise, Thou God of Form, Thou Central Isle and domicile
Of each, the First, the Second, and the Third Great Source and Center.
How I thank Thee for Thy Radiant Splendor, for Thy Solitude Serene,
And for Thine Holy, Exclusive, and Divine existence.

I bless Thee as the Home of every Heart;
I bless Thee as the destiny of every start;
I bless Thee ever and anon with loving gaze and joyful song;
I bless Thee now and evermore, Thy peaceful shores where I belong.

Thou Home of homes and pattern for all peace and rest
It's by Thy Presence that all space is blessed
And takes upon itself the form and feature Thou hast giv'n
That here, in time, we know both earth and heaven.

Thou holdest me within Thy Grasp, sweetly embraced as suckling child;
Thy pull extendeth far beyond what's known in space, unthought, and wild.
Oh sweetest of the Gardens, Thou, I long Thy Fragrant air to breathe
That I might soon be lifted up, the mortal sword forever sheathed.

Behold, Thou art the Holy Home of Light and Love and Power unknown;
Thou guardest all in far-flung space with lines of force each spun by Grace.
And here, Urantia's lonely voice, I lift my paean to rejoice
In All that Thou dost mean to me in hopes that others soon will see.

Oh Paradise, my Heart's abode, don't let our little world explode
Or fall apart from thoughts impure but keep Your Lines of Love secure.
Thou Central Isle I do implore Thee to embrace us more and more.
For soon the entire world will see, our orbit is Thy Gravity.

Oh Paradise, Thy Might Divine, forever holds the worlds in line,
Forever calls the Dance of Spheres, promenading, bringing near.
We swing abroad through empty space but still held firm in Thy Embrace.
Oh hold us ever near to Thee until we taste Eternity.