Scripture Verse

I will sing; yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord. Psalm 27:6


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Bright Jew­els, by Ro­bert Low­ry (New York: Big­low & Main, 1869), num­ber 25.

Music: Sher­win Will­iam F. Sher­win (🔊 pdf nwc).

William F. Sherwin (1826–1888)


Sing with a tune­ful spir­it,
Sing with a cheer­ful lay,
Praise to thy great cre­at­or,
While on the pil­grim way.
Sing when the birds are wak­ing,
Sing with the morn­ing light;
Sing in the noon­tide’s gold­en beam,
Sing in the hush of night.

Sing when the heart is trou­bled,
Sing when the hours are long,
Sing when the storm cloud ga­thers;
Sweet is the voice of song.
Sing when the sky is dark­est,
Sing when the thun­ders roll;
Sing of a land where rest re­mains,
Rest for the wea­ry soul.

Sing in the vale of sha­dows,
Sing in the hour of death,
And when the eyes are clos­ing,
Sing with the lat­est breath.
Sing till the heart’s deep long­ings
Cease on the oth­er shore;
Then with the count­less num­bers there,
Sing on, for­ev­er more!