Oh, It Is Wonderful (Gabriel)

I stand all am­azed at the love

Jesus of­fers me

Confused at the grace that so ful­ly He prof­fers me;

I trem­ble to know that for me He was cru­ci­fied—

That for me

a sin­ner

He suf­fered

He bled

and died.

Oh

it is won­der­ful that He should care for me!

Enough to die for me!

Oh

it is won­der­ful

won­der­ful to me!

I mar­vel that He would des­cend

From His throne di­vine

To res­cue a soul so re­bel­lious and proud as mine;

That He should ex­tend His great love un­to such as I;

Sufficient to own

to re­deem

and to jus­ti­fy.

I think of His hands pierced and bleed­ing

To pay the debt!

Such mer­cy

such love and de­vo­tion can I for­get?

No

no! I will praise and adore at the mer­cy seat

Until at the glo­ri­fied throne I kneel at His feet.