| Song | O Could I Speak The Matchless |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | O Could I Speak The Matchless |
| Theme(s) | Life And Ministry |
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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 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.
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.
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.
