1  I stand amazed in the presence

       Of Jesus the Nazarene,

    And wonder how He could love me,

       A sinner condemned, unclean.

 2  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.

 3  In pity angels beheld Him,

       And came from the world of light

    To strengthen Him in the sorrows

       He bore for my soul that night.

 4  He took my sins and my sorrows,

       He made them His very own;

    He bore the burden to Calv'ry,

       And suffered, and died alone.

 5  When with the ransomed in glory

       His face I at last shall see,

    'Twill be my joy through the ages

       To sing of His love for me.