O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine!
Id sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous
Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine.
the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt of sin, and wrath divine;
Id sing His glorious righteousness, in which all perfect,
My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine.
Id 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
Make all His glories known, make all His glories known.
Soon, 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 blessèd eternity Ill
Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace.