Tidings of Goodness
Hark, o people, to the tidings of goodness
Of divine mercy and a promise of forgiveness
Of a wondrous place where the blessed go
In gardens beneath which rivers flow.
There are beautiful homes in mansions
Among noble and revered companions
With food and drink beyond compare
And bounteous gifts precious and rare.
What deeds must I do to earn this grace?
I’d love to dwell in this wonderful place
First, I must possess the best of faith
Long, long before I can enter the gate.
Sincerity must shine from all that I do
The deeds I do must be honest and true
My heart I must polish bright and pure
Swayed not by the world’s allure.
The Garden of Paradise beckons to me
I yearn to abide therein for eternity
So I must struggle hard and long
To keep my faith firm and strong.