It is a Thing Most Wonderful
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.
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.
I sometimes think about the cross,
And shut my eyes, and try to see
The cruel nails and crown of thorns,
And Jesus crucified for me.
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.
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.
Words: William W. How, 1872.
Beautiful one,
…have a wonderful day.
Beautiful hymn. Blessings dear Ellen.
“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.”
I cannot fully comprehend this amazing love. It’s a mystery how He could love me so passionately. Yet He does. I know He does. And that is incredible. Thank you for sharing this beautiful hymn. xx
AMEN, a beautiful hymn.
Beautiful especially the last stanza, being my hearts cry, thank you for sharing.
Blessings,
Sue