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.