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I DAILY, daily sing the praises
Of the City God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden

Its foundation-stones are laid;
Oh, that I had wings of angels
Here to spread and heavenward fly;
I would seek the gates of Sion,
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.

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
Here to catch that happy strain !
Oh, I would my eyes some vision
Of that Eden could attain !

Oh, that I had wings, &c. Amen.

SUPPLICATION.

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ANON.

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Or, Hymns Ancient and Modern, 289. Church Hymns, 88.

I DAYS and moments quickly flying
Blend the living with the dead;
Soon will you and I be lying

Each within our narrow bed.

2 Soon our souls to God Who gave them
Will have sped their rapid flight ¡

Able now by Grace to save them,
O, that, while we can, we might !

3 Jesu, infinite Redeemer,

Maker of this mighty frame !
Teach, O teach us to remember

What we are and whence we came ;

4 Whence we came, and whither wending,
Soon we must through darkness go,
To inherit bliss unending,
Or eternity of woe.

Amen.

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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.

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4 Ye holy Angels, who, with us,

Around God's Altar lowly bow, Adoring there the Crucified,

Whose Precious Death is pleaded now,
O praise Him for His mercies sent
To us in this Great Sacrament!

5 Ye blessed Saints, enthroned on high,
Who once the paths of earth did tread,
Who reached in safety God's abode,
As strengthened by this Living Bread;
O praise Him for His mercies sent
To us in this Great Sacrament!

6 O Holy Father, Holy Son,

And Holy Spirit, Whom we love,
Guide, strengthen, save us here below,
And bring us to our home above,
To praise Thee for Thy mercies sent
To us in this Great Sacrament! Amen.

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