Could I of all perfection boast

Verse 1

Could I of all perfection boast, As pure as that which Adam lost, I'd sacrifice it to thy blood, My Christ, my all, my only good.

Verse 2

Were I as Abram, strong in faith, And boldly stedfast unto death; I'd bid my faithfulness adieu, And Jesus only faithful view.

Verse 3

If I more meek than Moses were, Quite free from anger, strife, or fear; Yet this I gladly would despise, And Jesus's meekness only prize.

Verse 4

Was I as Job submissive still, Patient, resign'd in ev'ry ill; Yet all should fade before his cross, Compar'd with him, it is but dross.

Verse 5

If I was wise as Solomon, Like him with zeal and ardour shone; Like him I'd vain and foolish see My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee.

Verse 6

Had I an Angel's purity; Yea even this I would deny; Nor good confess in name or thing, But Christ my Lord, my life, my King.