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.