O could we speak the matchless worth
O could we sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine,
To God and Christ what praise we’d bring!
The song which soon in heaven will ring,
Extolling grace divine! Extolling grace divine!

We’d sing the precious bleed He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
From sin and wrath divine!
We’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
Our souls shall ever shine!

We’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne!
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would through everlasting days
Make all His glories known!

Soon that delightful day will come
When our dear Lord will bring us home,
And we shall see His face!
Then with our Saviour, Lord and Friend,
A blest eternity we’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace!