“Oh, wonder of wonders
My God, can it be
That Jesus has died
For one rebel like me
He lifted my bondage
And soul’s misery
The Lord, King of glory
Was wounded for me
They led Him to trial
They spit in His face
He bore it alone
Oh, amazing His grace
He bowed neath his burden
Was scourged in my place
I’ll sing it forever
Amazing His grace
With hands full of mercy
With hearts full of good
My spotless Redeemer
Was nailed to the wood
He suffered Hell’s torment
My soul to set free
Deserted by God
As He hung on the tree
He died, but he rose
He extracted death’s sting
He is living enthroned
My savior, my king
Let the earth hear His voice
Men and angels proclaim
‘He’s coming! He’s coming!’
He’s coming again
With the saints marching in
I shall be at that throne
In the great ‘hallelujahs’
I’ll join in that song
With apostles and prophets
My best, Lord with thee
I shall live! I shall live!
Eternally”
Leonard Ravenhill