Of the City GOD hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation stones are laid:
Oh, that I had wings of Angels
There the meadows, green and dewy,
Shine with lilies wondrous fair,
Thousand, thousand are the colours
Of the waving flowers there.
Oh, that I had wings, etc.
Here to spread and Heavenward fly, There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
I would seek the gates of Sion,
Far above the starry sky.
All the walls of that dear City
Are of bright and burnished gold,
It is matchless in its beauty,
And its treasures are untold.
Oh, that I had wings, etc. 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.
Oh, that I had wings, etc.
And is laden with the song
Of the Seraphs, and the Elders,
And the great redeemèd throng.
Oh, that I had wings, etc.
Oh, I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain !
Oh, I would mine eyes some vision
Of that Eden could attain !
Oh, that I had wings of Angels
Here to spread and Heavenward fly,
I would seek the gates of Sion,
Far above the starry sky. Amen.