O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth

O Could I speak the matchless worth,

O 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,

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.

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, 

Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley, 1789

O God, Be Merciful To Me...



 

With broken heart and contrite sigh,

A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;

Thy pard'ning grace is rich and free:

O God, be merciful to me.

 

I smite upon my troubled breast,

With deep and conscious guilt oppressed,

Christ and his cross my only plea:

 

O God, be merciful to me.

Far off I stand with tearful eyes,

Nor dare uplift them to the skies;

But thou dost all my anguish see:

O God, be merciful to me.

 

Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,

Can for a single sin atone;

To Calvary alone I flee:

O God, be merciful to me.

 

And when, redeemed from sin and hell,

With all the ransomed throne I dwell,

My raptured song shall ever be...

 

"God has been merciful to me".

 

 

~ Cornelius Elven ~