O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth
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Samuel Medley, 1789
O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth Which in my Saviour shine! I'd sing His glorious righteousness, And magnify the wondrous grace |: Which made salvation mine. :|
2. I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, | 3. 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. :|
4. Soon, the delightful day will come |