1 It is a thing most wonderful,
almost too wonderful to be,
that God's own Son should come from heav'n,
and die to save a child like me.
2 And yet I know that it is true:
He chose a poor and humble lot,
and wept and toiled and mourned and died
for love of those who loved Him not.
3 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.
4 I sometimes think about the cross,
and shut my eyes, and try to see
the cruel nails and crown of thorns,
and Jesus crucified for me.
5 But even could I see Him die,
I could but see a little part
of that great love which, like a fire,
is always burning in His heart.
6 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.
7 And yet I want to love Thee, Lord;
O light the flame within my heart,
and I will love Thee more and more,
until I see Thee as Thou art.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #161
|First Line:||It is a thing most wonderful|
|Title:||It Is A Thing Most Wonderful|
|Author:||William Walsham How|