Christ' s Matchless Worth

O could we speak the matchless worth, O could we sound the glories forth! Which in our Saviour shine, We' d soar and touch the heav' nly strings, And harmonize all earthly things, In strains of praise sublime, In strains of praise sublime.

The music of the spheres should tell How he created all things well, Which grace divine had planned; And ev' ry radiant human face Should speak of his redeeming grace, At love' s inspired command, At love' s inspired command.

In him how grace and glory meet, In matchless beauty, fair and sweet, Should then to all be shown; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise We would to everlasting days Make all his glories known, Make all his glories known.

O! the delightful day will come, When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home, And we shall see his face. Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity we' ll spend, Triumphant thro' His grace, Triumphant thro' His grace.