O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth (EN 1916)

EN 1916 O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth

Ps.147.1

Versi Version 1

O could I speak the matchless worth,

O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine!

I’d sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous grace

Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine.

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, heavenly 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 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 blessed eternity I’ll spend,

Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace.

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.