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I WILL sing the wondrous story
   Of the Christ Who died for me;
How He left His home in glory,
    For the cross on Calvary.
I was lost: but Jesus found me—
    Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
    Drew me back into His way.
 
2  I was bruised; but Jesus healed 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 oer me;
    Sorrows paths I often tread:
But the Saviour still is with me,
    By His hand Im safely led.
 
3  He will keep me till the river
    Rolls its waters at my feet:
Then Hell bear me safely over,
    Where the loved ones I shall meet.
Yes, Ill sing the wondrous story
    Of the Christ Who died for me;
Sing it with the saints in glory,
    Gathered by the crystal sea.
 
Francis Harold Rawley, 1854-1952