1. Daily, daily, sing the praises
Of the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation stones are laid.

Refrain
O that I had wings of angels,
Here to spread and heavenward fly!
I would seek the gates of Zion,
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. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]

4. From the throne a river issues,
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the city
Like a sudden beam of light. [Refrain]

5. There the forests ever blossom,
Like our orchards here in May;
There the gardens never wither,
But eternally are gay. [Refrain]

6. There the meadows green and dewy
Shine with lilies wondrous fair;
Thousand, thousand, are the colors
Of the waving flowers there. [Refrain]

7. There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
And is laden with the song
Of the seraphs, and the elders,
And the great redeemèd throng. [Refrain]

8. O I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain!
O I would my eyes some vision
Of that Eden would attain! [Refrain]