Can it be that Je­sus bought me,
And on the hal­lowed cross atoned for me?
Loved me, chose me ere I knew Him?
Oh, what a pre­cious, pre­cious friend is He!

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Oh, it is won­der­ful, ve­ry, ve­ry wonderful,
All His grace so rich and free!
Oh, it is won­der­ful, ve­ry, ve­ry won­der­ful,
All His love and grace to me!

Praise His name, He sought and found me,
Saved me from wan­der­ing and brought me near;
Freely now His grace be­stow­ing,
Jesus is grow­ing un­to me more dear.

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It was months He had been wait­ing,
Waiting the dawn­ing of the pre­cious hour,
When I should at last be yield­ing,
Yielding to Je­sus ev­ery ran­somed pow­er.

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From that hour He has been seek­ing
How He may fill me with His pre­cious love,
How He may thro’ grace trans­form me,
Meet for the fel­low­ship of saints above.

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As I think of all, I mar­vel,
Why in such pa­tience He my good has sought,
And be­stowed His grace up­on me,
And in my spir­it such a change has wrought.

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So I cry, with love o’er­flow­ing:
Unto the Sav­ior be eter­nal praise,
Who re­deemed me, soul and body,
Filling with glad­ness all my earth­ly days.

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