O what am I, that I should be
The object of God’s wondrous grace,
That He should send His Son to me,
That I might see Him face to face?
It was for me, it was for me;
For me He left His throne above;
His grace, His goodness all for me,
For me, the ocean of His love.
That He should give His Son for me,
A sacrifice of love divine;
Of love as boundless as the sea,
That I might call the Savior mine.
O wondrous love, that He should leave
His throne and come to earth for me;
Should give His life my soul to save,
The ransom pay, that sets me free.
A life of service, death of shame,
Ensample true for all—for me—
O shall I not adore His name,
Through time and through eternity!