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