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!

Thou Son of God-the woman’s Seed,
Who didst for us on Calvary bleed,
Beneath sin’s heavy load-
Spoiler of all the power of hell,
Who conquered death, invincible,
Thou Holy One of God!

Thy blood we sing: by blood alone,
With boldness, to the eternal throne
Through Thee we now draw nigh!
It silences the voice of sin,
It makes the guilty conscience clean,
Makes the accuser fly!

Behold us, Lord! a feeble band,
In conflict with the foe we stand,-
The ransomed of Thy cross,-
Yet sing the triumphs of Thy Name:
All other gain but loss!

That bright and blessed morn is near
When He, the Bridegroom, shall appear,
And call His bride away.
Her blessing then shall be complete,
When with her Lord she takes her seat
In everlasting day.

The days and months are gliding past,
Soon shall be heard the trumpet’s blast
Which wakes the sleeping saints.
The dead in Christ in glory rise,
When we with them shall reach the skies
Where Jesus for us waits.

What wonder, joy, and glad surprise
Shall fill our hearts as thus we rise
To meet Him in the air;
To see His face, to hear His voice,
And in His perfect love rejoice,
Whose glory then we’ll share!

No more deferred our hope shall be,
No longer through a glass we’ll see,
But clearly, face to face.
We’ll dwell with Jesus then above,
Whom absent we have learned to love,
Blest samples of His grace.

O may this hope our spirits cheer,
While waiting for our Saviour here;
He’ll quickly come again.
O may our hearts look for that day,
And to His word responsive say,
"Come, Jesus, Lord. Amen."