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O my Father, thou that dwellest
In the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain Thy presence,
And again behold Thy face?
In thy holy habitation,
Did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood,
Was I nurtured near thy side?
For a wise and glorious purpose,
Thou hast placed me here on earth,
And withheld the recollection
Of my former friends and birth.
But ofttimes a secret something
Whispers, "You're a stranger here."
And I felt that I had wandered
From a more exalted sphere.
I had learned to call Thee, Father,
Through Thy Spirit from on high,
But until the key of knowledge
Was restored I knew not why.
In the heav'ns, are parents single?
No, the thought makes reason stare.
Truth is reason; truth eternal
Tells me I've a mother there.
When I leave this frail existence,
When I leave this mortal be,
Father, Mother, may I meet you
In your royal courts on high.
Then at length when I've completed
All you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation
Let me come and dwell with you.
Let me come and dwell with you.
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I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,
Confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me.
I tremble to know that for me He was crucified,
That for me, a sinner, He suffered, He bled, and died.
Chorus: Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me, enough to die for me.
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me.
I marvel that He would descend from His throne divine
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine,
That He should extend His great love unto such as I,
Sufficient to own to redeem and to justify.
Chorus: Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me, enough to die for me.
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me.
I think of His hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt,
Such mercy, such love and devotion; can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat,
Until at the glorified throne, I kneel at His feet.
Chorus: Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me, enough to die for me.
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me.
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me.
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