I stand amazed
in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
and wonder how
He could love me,
A sinner, condemned,
unclean.
For me it was
in the garden.
He prayed,
“Not my will, but thine.”
He had no tears,
for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood
for mine.
An angel came
to support Him,
and to strengthen Him
with might
To endure the bitter cup
of His passion,
That He bore for my soul
that night.
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 marvelous!
How wonderful!
And my song
shall ever be:
How marvelous!
How wonderful!
Is my Savior’s
love for me.
