It Is A Thing Most Wonderful

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; O light the flame within my heart, and I will love Thee more and more, until I see Thee as Thou art.