it is a thing most wonderful almost too wonderful to be that gods own son should come from heaven and die to save a child like me  and yet i know that it is true he came to this poor world below and wept and toiled and mourned and died only because he loved us so  i cannot tell how he could love a child so weak and full of sin his love must be most wonderful if he could die my love to win  it is most wonderful to know his love for me so free and sure but tis more wonderful to see my love for him so faint and poor  and yet i want to love thee lord o light the flame within my heart and i will love thee more and more until i see thee as thou art 