First Line: Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh, 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.

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.

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.

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