48 – His Matchless Worth

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. 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.

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. 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 blest eternity I’ll spend, Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace.