It is a Thing Most Wonderful

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.

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.