I think, when I read the sweet sto­ry,
How Jesus came down from His throne,
To res­cue the per­ish­ing sin­ner,
To suf­fer and die for His own;
Why should He as­sume my obla­tion?
Why should He thus pur­chase sal­va­tion?
Such love is di­vine re­ve­la­tion,
Unbounded, un­measured, un­known.

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Oh, it is won­der­ful that He should love me,
And for my sins with His life­blood atone!
Oh, it is won­der­ful! Won­der­ful! won­der­ful!
Yet to the world be it known,
He brought me again to His own.

And when I am foll’wing his foot­steps,
New vi­sions of beau­ty un­fold,
Till, lost in the depths of am­aze­ment,
I mar­vel such love to be­hold.
Why should He re­linq­uish His glo­ry?
Before Him stood Cal­va­ry go­ry!
Yet Hea­ven re­sounds with the sto­ry
Of love that can nev­er be told.

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Tho’ hated, des­pised and re­ject­ed,
Neglected again and again,
He nev­er de­serts or for­sakes me,
No mat­ter how way­ward I’ve been.
My bur­den of sor­row He shar­eth,
My stripes of ini­qui­ty wear­eth,
My soul in His bo­som he bear­eth,
This won­der­ful Sav­ior of men.

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