| I stand amazed in the presence
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| Of Jesus the Nazarene,
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| And wonder how He could love me,
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| A sinner condemned, unclean. |
| How marvelous! |
| How wonderful!
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| And my song shall ever be:
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| How marvelous! |
| How wonderful!
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| Is my Savior’s love for me!
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| For me it was in the garden,
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| He prayed: «Not my will, but Thine.»
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| He had no tears for His own griefs,
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| But sweat-drops of blood for mine.
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| In pity angels beheld Him,
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| And came from the world of light
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| To strengthen Him in the sorrows
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| He bore for my soul that night.
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| He took my sins and my sorrows,
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| He made them His very own;
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| He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
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| And suffered, and died alone.
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| When with the ransomed in glory
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| His face I at last shall see,
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| 'Twill be my joy through the ages
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| To sing of His love for me. |