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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. |
How marvelous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be: How marvelous! How wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Accra, Ghana
My Saviour's unending love.