Verse 1
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.
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 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 4
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 5
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 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; Oh, light the flame within my heart, And I will love Thee more and more, Until I see Thee as Thou art.