I stand amazed in the presence
of Jesus the Nazarene,
and wonder how He could love me,
a sinner condemned, unclean!
How marvellous, how wonderful,
this my song shall ever be:
How marvellous, how wonderful
is my Saviour’s love for me.
For me He prayed in the garden
and bowed to the will divine;
He had no tears for his own griefs,
but sweat drops of blood for mine.
How marvellous, how wonderful,
this my song shall ever be:
How marvellous, how wonderful
is my Saviour’s love for me.
In pity angels beheld Him,
and came from the world of light
to comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
How marvellous, how wonderful,
this my song shall ever be:
How marvellous, how wonderful
is my Saviour’s love for me.
He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary,
and suffered and died alone.
How marvellous, how wonderful,
this my song shall ever be:
How marvellous, how wonderful
is my Saviour’s love for me.
When with the ransomed in glory,
His face I at last shall see,
my joy will be through the ages,
to sing of His love for me.
How marvellous, how wonderful,
this my song shall ever be:
How marvellous, how wonderful
is my Saviour’s love for me.