We heard this sung at our church last Sunday … and it is so fitting for Good Friday
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 Heaven
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 mourned and toiled and died,
For love of those who loved him not.
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.
And yet I want to love Thee, Lord: O light the flame within my heart,
That I may love Thee more and more, until I see thee as thou art.