I stand amazed in Your presence
O Jesus the Nazarene,
and wonder how You could love me,
a sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvelous! How wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! How wonderful
is Your gracious love for me!
For me it was in the garden
You prayed: “Not my will, but thine.”
You had no tears for Your own griefs,
but sweat-drops of blood for mine.
You took my sins and my sorrows,
You made them Your very own;
You bore the burden to Calvary,
and suffered and died alone.
When with the ransomed in glory
Your face I at last shall see,
’twill be my joy through the ages
to sing of Your love for me. (Refrain)