I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner condemned, unclean.
In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To strengthen Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night.
How marvelous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be: How marvelous! 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.