God is for me—wondrous story!
Can such goodness really be?
God, the God of Light and Glory,
For a ruined thing like me.
Blessed they who learn to say it!
In a risen Christ, who see
Him who could alone display it,
Spite of ruin—God for me.
Once against me, Satan’s power,
Once against me, self and sins,
All o’ercome in that blest hour
Which at Calvary begins.
God is for me—words of glory,
Secret to my heart made known:
Blotting out its own sad story,
Filling it with Christ alone.
When shall dawn the day of glory,
Face to face I then shall see
Him who told in death the story
Of His perfect love to me.
God for me—O, wondrous story!
Secret from which heaven doth shine,
All the praise and all the glory,
Lamb of God! be ever Thine