His Matchless Worth:
- O could I speak the matchelss worth
O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine!
I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings
and vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine, in notes almost divine
- 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 heavn'ly dress
My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine
- 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 know, make all His glories known.
- Well, 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 blest eternity I'll spend
Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace.