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: Oh, light the flame within my heart, And I will love Thee more and more Until I see Thee as Thou art.