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637. Daily, daily sing the praises

1 Daily, daily sing the praises
Of the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation-stones are laid.
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

2 All the walls of that dear city
Are of bright and burnished gold:
It is matchless in its beauty,
And its treasures are untold.
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

3 In the midst of that dear city
Christ is reigning on His seat.
And the angels swing their censers
In a ring about His feet.
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

4 From the throne a river issues,
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the city
Like a sudden beam of light.
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

5 There the meadows green and dewy
Shine with lilies wondrous fair:
Thousand, thousand are the colors
Of the waving flowers there.
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

6 There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
And is laden with the song
Of the seraphs, and the elders,
And the great redeemèd throng.
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

7 O I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain!
O I would my eyes some vision
Of that Eden could attain!
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread, and heaven-ward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky.

Amen.

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First Line: Daily, daily sing the praises
Author: Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1865)
Publication Date: 1895
Notes: Public Domain.
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