The Hymnal ‎#159

159. O could I speak the matchless worth

1 O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Savior shine,
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost Divine,
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,
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,
Make all His glories known.

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

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: O could I speak the matchless worth
• Author: Rev. Samuel Medley (1789)
• Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895

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