I Will Sing The Wondrous Story
Of The Christ Who Died For Me.
How He Left His Home In Glory
For The Cross Of Calvary.
I Was Lost, But Jesus Found Me,
Found The Sheep That Went Astray,
Threw His Loving Arms Around Me,
Drew Me Back Into His Way.

I Was Bruised, But Jesus Healed Me;
Faint Was I From Many A Fall;
Sight Was Gone, And Fears Possessed Me,
But He Freed Me From Them All.
Days Of Darkness Still Come O’er Me,
Sorrow’s Paths I Often Tread,
But The Savior Still Is With Me;
By His Hand I’m Safely Led.

He Will Keep Me Till The River
Rolls Its Waters At My Feet;
Then He’ll Bear Me Safely Over,
Where The Loved Ones I Shall Meet.
Yes, I’ll Sing The Wondrous Story
Of The Christ Who Died For Me,
Sing It With The Saints In Glory,
Gathered By The Crystal Sea