Wonder of wonders, Jesus loved _me_; A wretch--lost--ruined--sunk in misery. He sought me, found me, raised me, set me free.
My soul the order of the words approve: _Christ first, me last, nothing between_ but LOVE. Lord keep _me_ always _down, Thyself above_.
Trusting to Thee, not struggling restlessly, So shall I gain the victory. "I--yet not _I_, but Christ, who loved me."