O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth

O could I speak the match-less worth, O could I sound the glo-ries forth Which in my Sav-ior shine! I'd sing His per-fect right-eous-ness, And mag-ni-fy the won-drous grace Which made sal-va-tion mine, Which made sal-va-tion mine. I'd sing the pre-cious blood He spilt, My ran-som from the dread-ful guilt Of sin, and wrath di-vine; I'd sing His glo-rious ho-li-ness, In which all per-fect, heaven-ly dress My soul shall ev-er shine, My soul shall ev-er shine. I'd sing the char-ac-ter He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, Ex-alt-ed on His throne; In loft-iest songs of sweet-est praise, I would to ev-er-last-ing days Make all His glo-ries known, Make all His glo-ries known. Soon the deligh-ful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face; Then with my Sav-ior, broth-er, friend, A blest e-ter-ni-ty I'll spend, Tri-um-phant in His grace, Tri-um-phant in His grace.