(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
1
O could I speak the matchless worth,
O 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, 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, My soul shall ever shine.
3
I’d sing the characters He bars,
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.
4
Well, 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.
At The Rainbow 