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I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner condemned, unclean.
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner condemned, unclean.
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How marvelous! How wonderful!
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And my song shall ever be:
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For me it was in the garden,
He prayed: “Not my will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat-drops of blood for mine.
He prayed: “Not my will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat-drops of blood for mine.
For me it was in the garden,
He prayed: “Not my will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat-drops of blood for mine.
He prayed: “Not my will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat-drops of blood for mine.
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In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To strengthen Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
And came from the world of light
To strengthen Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To strengthen Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
And came from the world of light
To strengthen Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
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He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered, and died alone.
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered, and died alone.
He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered, and died alone.
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered, and died alone.
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When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
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Walsall, West Midlands, United Kingdom
This was my Baptismal Song. It's great hearing again of the love of our Wonderful Saviour.
Accra, Gar, Ghana
Truly the love of Jesus is so boundless and deep. Indeed we cannot fathom His love for us. I would love to ask Him why He loved us so much when I see my Lord in glory. Thank You Lord Jesus!
Pathanamthitta, Kerala, India
The song is about the marvellous love of my Saviour. How He could love me so wretched, unclean and condemned for hell fire. His love shall be my song for ever.
Virginia, United States
2 Corinthians 8:9
For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that ye through His poverty might be rich.
--How wonderful, how marvelous!
Accra, Ghana
My Saviour's unending love.