O, could I speak the matchless worth, O, could I sound the glo-ries forth Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And a tvie with Gabriel while he sings In notes al-most di vine. AMEN. 2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, 3 I'd sing the characters He bears, In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 4 Well, the delightful day will come There with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Triumphant in His grace. Samuel Medley His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. AMEN. Jesus, Thou Joy of lov-ing hearts! Thou Fount of Life! Thou Light of men! From the best bliss that earth im-parts, We turn un-filled to Thee again. AMEN. Je-sus, my Lord! I Thee a-dore: O make me love Thee more and more! A - MEN. 2 O earth! grow flowers beneath His feet! Jesus, my Lord! I Thee adore: O make me love Thee more and more! 3 He comes! He comes! The Lord of Hosts We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord! O make me love Thee more and more! 4 Our hearts leap up; our trembling song Jesus, my Lord! I Thee adore : O make me love Thee more and more! Frederick W. Faber d. |