O! I Would Sing a Song of Praise

O! I would sing a song of praise,
Natural as the breeze
That stirs amongst the forest trees,
Whisp'ring ever.
Weary never,
Summer's prime or wintry days —
So should come my song of praise.

O! I would sing a song of praise,
Sweet as breathing flowers,
That ope to greet the earlier hours;
Never-ending
Incense sending
Up, to bless their parent rays —
So should wake my song of praise.

O! I would sing a song of praise,
Holy as the night.
When heaven comes to us in the light
Of stars, whose gleaming,
Influence streaming,
Draws us upward while we gaze —
So should rise my song of praise.

To Thee, O God, a song of praise,
With breeze, and bloom, and star,
To Thee, who made us what we are —
Blessed Spirit!
We inherit
All from Thee; then let us raise
Songs of praise — immortal praise!