I stand all am­azed at the love
Jesus of­fers me,
Confused at the grace that so ful­ly He prof­fers me;
I trem­ble to know that for me He was cru­ci­fied—
That for me, a sin­ner, He suf­fered, He bled, and died.

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Oh, it is won­der­ful that He should care for me!
Enough to die for me!
Oh, it is won­der­ful, won­der­ful to me!

I mar­vel that He would des­cend
From His throne di­vine,
To res­cue a soul so re­bel­lious and proud as mine;
That He should ex­tend His great love un­to such as I;
Sufficient to own, to re­deem, and to jus­ti­fy.

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I think of His hands pierced and bleed­ing
To pay the debt!
Such mer­cy, such love and de­vo­tion can I for­get?
No, no! I will praise and adore at the mer­cy seat,
Until at the glo­ri­fied throne I kneel at His feet.

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