I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of calvary.
I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His lovibg arms around me,
Drew me back in to His way.
I was bruised, but Jesushealed me;
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed
me,
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o'er me,
Sorrow's paths I often tread;
But the Saviour still is with me;
By His hand I'm safely led.
He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then he'll bear me safely over.
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
gathered by the crystal sea.
