Sabine Baring-Gould poems
Sabine Baring-Gould(1834 - 1924 / England)
Onward Christian Soldiers
- by Sabine Baring-Gould 47
Onward, Christian soldiers,Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before.
Christ the royal Master
Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,
See, his banners go!
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before.
At the sign of triumph
Satan's legions flee;
On then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory.
Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise.
Like a mighty army
Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the Saints have trod;
We are not divided,
All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine
One in charity:
Crowns and thorns may perish,
Kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus
Constant will remain;
Gates of hell can never
'Gainst that Church prevail;
We have Christ's own promise,
And that cannot fail.
Onward, then, ye people,
Join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph song;
Glory, laud and honour
Unto Christ the King;
This through countless ages
Men and Angels sing.
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before.
Daily, Daily, Sing The Praises
- by Sabine Baring-Gould 24
Daily, daily, sing the praisesOf the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation stones are laid.
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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.
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There 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 forests ever blossom,
Like our orchards here in May;
There the gardens never wither,
But eternally are gay.
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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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