O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth

Verse 1

O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Saviour shine,
I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost Divine.

Verse 2

I’d sing the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath Divine:
I’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

Verse 3

I’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known.

Verse 4

Well, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.