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 came to this poor world below
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died
Only because He loved us so
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
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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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