I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus, the Nazarene,
and wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean.
Chorus:
How marvelous, How wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous, How wonderful! Is my Saviour'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.