1 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 view 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 song 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 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.
|First Line:||Oh, could I speak the matchless worth|
|Meter:||C. P. M.|
|Topic:||Christ: Intercession and Reign; Excellency of Christ|