29. It is a thing most wonderful Almost too
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.
2 And yet I know that it is true; He came to this poor world below
And wept and toiled and mourned Only because He loved us so.
3 I cannot tell how Hw could love, A child so weak and full of sin;
His love must be mist wonderful, If He could die my love to win.
4 I sometimes think about His 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 Oh, light the flame within my heart
And I will love Thee more and more Until I see Thee as Thou art!