It is a thing most glorious
That God should send His Son
To die for a wretch like me
And suffer for my love to win

And yet my love for Him
So weak and faint
How could this saint
Love his Saviour so dimly

I sometimes ponder this very thought
I close my eyes and open my heart
Ans ask the Lord, “Show me all thou art?”
And somehow Christ changes my thoughts

O’ light that eternal flame of faith
With an inextinguishable fire
Keep it always burning in my heart
May thy everlasting power touch every part