| I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,
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| Confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me;
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| I tremble to know that for me He was crucified?
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| That for me, a sinner, He suffered, He bled, and died.
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| Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me!
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| Enough to die for me!
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| Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!
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| I marvel that He would descend from His throne divine,
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| To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine;
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| That He should extend His great love unto such as I;
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| Sufficient to own, to redeem, and to justify.
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| I think of His hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt!
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| Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
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| No, no! |
| I will praise and adore at the mercy seat,
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| Until at the glorified throne I kneel at His feet. |