I stand amazed in the presence 
of Jesus the Nazarene, 
and wonder how he could love me, 
a sinner, condemned, unclean. 

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How marvelous! How wonderful! 
Any my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! How wonderful 
is my Saviour's love for me! 

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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He took my sins and my sorrows, 
he made them his very own; 
he bore the burden to Calvary, 
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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