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"Most Wonderful"
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 chose a poor and humble lot,
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died
For love of those who loved Him not.
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.
But even could I see Him die,
I could but see a little apart
Of that great love, which, like a fire,
Is always burning in His heart.
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;
O light the flame within my heart,
And I will love Thee more and more,
Until I see Thee as Thou art.