Verse 1

IT is a thing most wonderful, Almost too wonderful to be, That God’s own Son should come from heaven, And die to save a child like me.

Verse 2

And yet I know that it is true: He chose a poor and humble lot, And wept and toiled and mourned and died For love of those who loved him not.

Verse 3

I sometimes think about the Cross, And shut my eyes, and try to see The cruel nails and crown of thorns, And Jesus crucified for me.

Verse 4

But even could I see him die, I could but see a little part Of that great love which, like a fire, Is always burning in his heart.

Verse 5

I cannot tell how he could love A child so weak and full of sin; His love must be most wonderful, If he could die my love to win.

Verse 6

It is most wonderful to know His love for me so free and sure; But ’tis more wonderful to see My love for him so faint and poor.

Verse 7

And yet I want to love thee, Lord; O light the flame within my heart, And I will love thee more and more, Until I see thee as thou art.

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