1 Do you wonder that I love him?
That he is so dear to me?
That II hold no friend above him?
That I strive his child to be?
He’s the dearest friend to me
That my soul shall ever see;
For he died, I know, to save from woe
A wicked wretch like me.
Do you wonder that I love him?
That he is so dear to me?
That II hold no friend above him?
That I strive his child to be?
2 Do you wonder at the pleasure
That in Jesus’ name I find?
That I count it dearer treasure
Than the joys of earth combined?
‘Tis the dearest name to me
That in earth or heaven can be;
When I take my care to God in prayer,
That name is ample plea.
Do you wonder at the pleasure
That in Jesus’ name I find?
That I count it dearer treasure
Than the joys of earth combined?
3 Do you wonder that I labor
‘Mid the hedges on the way?
That I seek my friend and neighbor
Who has gone in sin astray?
‘Tis the dearest work to me
That I earth or heaven can be;
When from sin they cease, accept God’s peace,
‘Tis joy enough for me.
Do you wonder that I labor
‘Mid the hedges on the way?
That I seek my friend and neighbor
Who has gone in sin astray?
4 Do you wonder that I’m yearning
In my heavenly home to be?
That my heart is ever turning
To that city o’er the sea?
‘Tis a home prepared for me
Where from sin I shall be free;
I shall see his face and prize the grace;
In his likeness I shall be.
Do you wonder that I’m yearning
In my heavenly home to be?
That my heart is ever turning
To that city o’er the sea?
Source: On Joyful Wing : A Book of Praise and Song #61