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
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
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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
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 blessed eternity I'll spend
Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace
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