Henri F. Hemy 515 DAILY, DAILY 8.7. 8. 7. D. 1. Daily, daily sing the prais - es Of the cit y God hath made; In the beau-teous fields of E den, Its foundation - stones are laid. REFRAIN. O that I had wings of angels, Here to spread and heav'n-ward fly! I would seek the gates of Zion, Far beyond the star Joseph Barnby 516 PARADISE 8.6. 8. 6. 6. 6. 6. 6 1. O Par a dise! O Par - a dise! Who doth not crave for rest? b4 4 All rapture through and through, In God's most ho 2 O Paradise! O Paradise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free I want to be as pure on earth Where love is never cold?— REF. 4 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, 3 O Paradise! O Paradise! I want to sin no more; 408 O keep me in thy love, - REF. William Tansur 518 ST. MARTIN'S C. M. 4 1. With songs and hon - ors sound-ing loud, Ad dress the Lord on high: 2 He sends his showers of blessing down The liquid streams forbear to flow, To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends his word, and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn; 3 His steady counsels change the face He calls the warmer gales to blow, Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; 519 (HOLLEY) 7.7.7.7 For the stores the gardens yield; 3 All that spring with bounteous hand |