I DAILY, daily sing the praises Its foundation-stones are laid; 2 All the walls of that dear City Oh, that I had wings, &c. 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. Oh, that I had wings, &c. 4 From the throne a river issues, Clear as crystal, passing bright, And it traverses the City Like a beam of silver light. Oh, that I had wings, &c. 5 There the wind is sweetly fragrant, And is laden with the song Of the Seraphs, and the Elders, And the great redeemed throng. Oh, that I had wings, &c. 6 Oh, I would my ears were open Oh, that I had wings, &c. Amen. SUPPLICATION. 19 ANON. -0 Or, Hymns Ancient and Modern, 289. Church Hymns, 88. I DAYS and moments quickly flying Each within our narrow bed. 2 Soon our souls to God Who gave them Able now by Grace to save them, 3 Jesu, infinite Redeemer, Maker of this mighty frame ! What we are and whence we came ; 4 Whence we came, and whither wending, Amen. STELLA. From "S. Albans' Tune Book" by permission. Or, Tune III. Hymns Ancient and Modern, 28, 370. I FATHER, Who dost Thy children feed With Manna rainèd from above; Who dost the Saving Chalice give, Filled by Thy Hand in wondrous love: We praise Thee for Thy mercies sent To us in this Great Sacrament. 2 O Word made Flesh, Whom we adore, The Living Bread sent down from heaven! Whose wondrous Passion here shown forth Is the great pledge of sin forgiven; We praise Thee for Thy mercies sent To us in this Great Sacrament. 3 O Holy Spirit, Who dost deign These earthly elements to bless, Making the Bread His Flesh to be, The Wine His Blood, as we confess We praise Thee for Thy mercies sent To us in this Great Sacrament. 4 Ye holy Angels, who, with us, Around God's Altar lowly bow, Adoring there the Crucified, Whose Precious Death is pleaded now, 5 Ye blessed Saints, enthroned on high, 6 O Holy Father, Holy Son, And Holy Spirit, Whom we love, |