Daily, Daily, Sing to Mary
Composers: Henri Frederick Hemy (1818-1888), 1865
original text: Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865.
adapted lyrics from: St. Bernard of Cluny, c1150
Words:
Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865
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1933 The "Little Flower" Hymnal |
| Original text
('Daily, Daily' by Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865)
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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.
All the walls of that dear city
Are of bright and burnished gold;
It is matchless in its beauty,
And its treasures are untold.
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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.
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From the throne a river issues,
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the city
Like a sudden beam of light.
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There the forests ever blossom,
Like our orchards here in May;
There the gardens never wither,
But eternally are gay.
RefrainThere the meadows green and dewy
Shine with lilies wondrous fair;
Thousand, thousand, are the colors
Of the waving flowers there.
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There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
And is laden with the song
Of the seraphs, and the elders,
And the great redeemèd throng.
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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!
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| Score / MIDI: not available |
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| Lyrics: Retrieved from
http://web.archive.org/ 2010/05/03 |
Omni Die dic Mariae,
 | Cento on a poem of St. Bernard, d.1153 |
| St.Casimir, d.1484, |
| Corner's Gesangbuch, 1631 |
| Tr. Henry Bittleston, d.1886 |
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Omni die dic Mariae,
| Bernard of Cluny, d.c.1150. |
| Trier Gesangbuch, 1695. |
| Tr. Henry Bittleston, d.1886,
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Daily, daily, sing to Mary,
Sing my soul, her praises due:
All her feasts, her actions honor,
With the heart's devotion true. |
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Now in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confessed;
Call her Mother call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest. |
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She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly;
When the tempest rages 'round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea. |
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Gifts of heaven she has given,
Noble Lady, to our race;
She the Queen who decks her subjects
With the lights of God's own grace. |
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Sing, my tongue, the Virgin's
trophies,
Who for us her Maker bore;
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore. |
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Sing in songs of praise unending,
Sing the world's majestic Queen;
Weary not, nor fail in telling
All the gifts she gives to men. |
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Daily, daily sing to Mary,
Sing, my soul, her praises due:
All her feasts, her actions honor
With the heart's devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confessed:
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest.
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She is mighty in her pleading,
Tender in her loving care;
Ever watchful, understanding,
All our sorrows she will share.
Advocate and loving mother,
Mediatrix of all grace:
Heaven's blessings she dispenses
On our sinful human race.
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All our graces flow through Mary;
All then join her praise to sing:
Fairest work of all creation,
Mother of creation's King.
Sing in songs of peace unending,
Call upon her lovingly:
Seat of wisdom, Gate of heaven,
Morning star upon the sea. |
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