
Hymnal: BW1870 #159 (1870) Lyrics: 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 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 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.
Topics: Christ Praise to; Gratitude for the atonement; Praise To Christ; Thanksgiving For Redemption Languages: English
Oh, could I speak the matchless worth