I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene,
and wonder how He could love me, a sinner... condemned, unclean.
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.
He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary, and suffered, and died... alone.
How MARVELOUS, how wonderful!
...and my song shall ever be:
How marvelous, how wonderful... is my Savior's love for me!