Oh could I speak the matchless worth; Oh 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 sings in notes almost divine, in notes almost divine!
I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, my ransom from he 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 an 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 b lest eternity I'll spend, triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace.
Words by Samuel Medley, 1738-1799