Songs

It is a thing most wonderful

95
					L.M.

1	It is a thing most wonderful, 
	Almost too wonderful to be, 
	That God’s own Son should come from heaven, 
	And die to save a child like me. 

2	And yet I know that it is true; 
	He came to this poor world below, 
	And wept and toiled and mourned, and died, 
	Only because He loved us so.

3	I cannot tell how He could love 
	A Child so weak and full of sin; 
	His love must be most wonderful, 
	If He could die my love to win.

4	I sometimes think about His Cross, 
	And shut my eyes and try to see 
	The cruel nails, and crown of thorns, 
	And Jesus crucified for me. 

5	But even could I see Him die, 
	I could but see a little part 
	Of that great love, which, like a fire,
	Is always burning in His heart 

6	It is most wonderful to know 
	His love for me so free and sure; 
	But ‘tis more wonderful to see 
	My love for Him so faint and poor. 

7	And yet I want to love Thee, Lord; 
	Oh, light the flame within my heart, 
	And I will love Thee more and more, 
	Until I see Thee as Thou art!

							William Walsham How