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
And yet I know that it is true,
He chose a poor and humble let
And wept and toiled and mourned and died
For love of those who love 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
It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure
But it’s more wonderful to see
My love for him so faint and poor
And yet I want to love the lord
O light the flame within my heart
And I will live thee more and more
Until I see thee as thou art
