|It is a thing most
is a thing most wonderful,
too wonderful to be,
God’s own Son should come from heaven,
die to save a child like me.
yet I know that it is true:
chose a poor and humble lot,
wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died,
love of those who love him not.
is most wonderful to know
love for me so free and sure;
‘tis more wonderful to see
love for him so faint and poor.
yet I want to love thee, Lord;
light the flame within my heart,
I will love thee more and more,
I see thee as thou art.