1 Let me sing, for the glory of heaven
Like a sunbeam has swept o'er my heart;
2 If Thy works praise Thee, Giver of good,
If the sun shines his praise unto Thee,
3 Then these lips, sure, a tribute shall bring,
Though unworthy the praises must be;
4 O wonderful, glorious Redeemer!
I would worship Thee, Savior Divine;