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My Savior's Love
Charles H. Gabriel, 1856-1932

I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus, the Nazarene,
and wonder how He could love me, a sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)
How marvelous! how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me!
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)

For me it was in the garden He prayed:  "Not My will, but Thine."
He had no tears for His own griefs but sweatdrops of blood for mine.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)
How marvelous! how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me!
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)

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.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)
How marvelous! how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me!
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)

He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own;
He ore the burden to Calv'ry, and suffered and died alone.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)
How marvelous! how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me!
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)

When, with the ransomed in glory, His face I at last shall see,
'Twill be my joy thro' the ages to sing of His love for me.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)
How marvelous! how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me!
   (Oh how marvelous!  Oh, how wonderful!)