I Stand Amazed In The Presence
Of Jesus The Nazarene,
And Wonder How He Could Love Me,
A Sinner, Condemned, Unclean.

How Marvellous, How Wonderful!
And My Song Shall Ever Be:
How Marvellous, How Wonderful
Is My Savior’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.

He Took My Sins And My Sorrows,
He Made Them His Very Own;
He Bore The Burden To Calvary,
And Suffered, And Died Alone.

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.