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 heav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine. I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreaded guilt Of sin and wrath divine: I'd sing His glorious righteousness, In which all perfect, heav'nly dress 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. 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.