O could I speak the matchless worth

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 stringsAnd vie with Gabriel while he singsIn notes almost divine,In notes almost divine.

I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,My ransom from the dreadful guiltOf sin and wrath divine!I'd sing his glorious righteousness,In which all-perfect heavenly dressMy soul shall ever shine.

I'd sing the character he bears,And all the forms of love he wears,Exalted on his throne;In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,I would to everlasting daysMake all his glories known.

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.