| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns.
II. “O! I would sing a song of praise” | | By Sarah Flower Adams (1805–1848) |
| | | O! I WOULD sing a song of praise, | |
| Natural as the breeze | |
| That stirs amongst the forest trees, | |
| Whisp’ring ever, | |
| Weary never, | 5 |
| Summer’s prime or wintry days— | |
| So should come my song of praise. | |
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| O! I would sing a song of praise, | |
| Sweet as breathing flowers, | |
| That ope to greet the earlier hours; | 10 |
| Never-ending | |
| Incense sending | |
| Up, to bless their parent rays— | |
| So should wake my song of praise. | |
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| O! I would sing a song of praise, | 15 |
| Holy as the night, | |
| When heaven comes to us in the light | |
| Of stars, whose gleaming, | |
| Influence streaming, | |
| Draws us upward while we gaze— | 20 |
| So should rise my song of praise. | |
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| To Thee, O God, a song of praise, | |
| With breeze, and bloom, and star, | |
| To Thee, who made us what we are— | |
| Blessèd Spirit! | 25 |
| We inherit | |
| All from Thee; then let us raise | |
| Songs of praise—immortal praise! | | | | |
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