THE MATCHLESS WORTH

Verse 1

Oh! could I speak the matchless worth, Oh! could I sound the glories forth Which in my Saviour shine! I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

Verse 1

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 heav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

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Verse 2

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, heav'nly dress My soul shall ever shine.

Verse 2

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 known.

Verse 3

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 known.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.