| I stand amazed in the presence
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| Of Jesus the Nazarene
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| And I wonder how He could love me,
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| 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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| 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 He prayed,
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| «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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| 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 thro' the ages,
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| To sing of His love for me. |