It is a thing most wonderful, almost too wonderful to be, that God's own Son should come from heav'n, and die to save a child like me.
And yet I know that it is true: he chose a poor and humble lot, and wept and toiled and mourned and died for love of those who loved him not.
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.
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.