Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh! could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine!
I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings,
In notes almost divine.

2 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 heav'nly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

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 Well -- the delightful day will come,
When he, dear Lord! will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
There, with my Savior, brother, friend,
A blessed eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley, 1789.