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.
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 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.
Francis Harold Rawley, 1854-1952