I sGtand amazed in the presence

Of JDesus the NazaGrene

And wConder how He could lGove me

A sGinner, condDemned, uncGlean

For Gme it was in the garden

He pDrayed, Not my will, but tGhine

He Chad no tears for his own gGriefs

But sGweat drops of bDlood for Gmine

He tGook my sins and my sorrows

He mDade them His very oGwn

He bCore the burden to CGalvary

And sGuffered and dDied alGone

When Gwith the ransomed in glory

His fDace I at last shall sGee

’Twill bCe my joy through the Gages

To sGing of His lDove for Gme