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