1  Let me sing, for the glory of heaven

    Like a sunbeam has swept o'er my heart;

    I would praise Thee for sins all forgiven,

    For Thy love, which shall never depart.

 2  If Thy works praise Thee, Giver of good,

    If the sun shines his praise unto Thee,

    If the wind, as it sighs through the wood,

    Makes a murmur of song from each tree,

 3  Then these lips, sure, a tribute shall bring,

    Though unworthy the praises must be;

    Shall all nature be vocal and sing,

    And no psalm of rejoicing from me?

 4  O wonderful, glorious Redeemer!

    I would worship Thee, Savior Divine;

    And rejoice, though surrounded with praises,

    Thou wilt still hear a song such as mine.