O Could I Speak The Matchless Worth O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glorious forth, Which in my Saviour shine? I'd sing His glorious righteousness And magnify the wondrous grace Which made salvation mine; Which made salvation mine. 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; 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; Make all His glories known. Soon the delightful day will come, When my dear Lord will bring me home And I shall see His face; Then with my Savior brother friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in His grace; Triumphant in His grace. Amen.