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.
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.