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Text: | The City |
Author: | S. Baring-Gould |
1 Daily, daily sing the praises
Of the City God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation-stones are laid,
2 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.
3 From the throne a river issues,
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the City
Like a sudden beam of light.
4 There the wind is sweetly fragrant
And is laden with the song
Of the seraphs, and the elders,
And the great redeemed throng.
5 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!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Daily, daily sing the praises |
Title: | The City |
Author: | S. Baring-Gould |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1890 |
Topic: | The Rest of Heaven; Heaven |