I Stand Amazed in the Presence

I stand am­azed in the pre­sence

Of Je­sus the Na­za­rene

And won­der how He could love me

A sin­ner

con­demned

un­clean.

O how mar­vel­ous! O how won­der­ful!

And my song shall ever be:

O how mar­vel­ous! O 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.

In pi­ty an­gels be­held Him

And came from the world of light

To com­fort Him in the sor­rows

He bore for my soul that night.

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.