(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
O Savior, as my eyes behold The wonders of Thy might untold,
The heav’ns in glorious light arrayed, The vast creation Thou hast made —
And yet to think Thou lovest me — My heart cries out, “How can it be?”
How can it be? How can it be?
That God should love a soul like me, O how can it be?
As at the cross I humbly bow And gaze upon Thy thorn-crowned brow,
And view the precious bleeding from By cruel nail so bruised and torn,
Knowing Thy suff’ring was for me, In grief I cry, “How can it be?”
How can it be? How can it be? Was ever grace so full and free!
From heights of bliss to depths of woe In loving-kindness Thou didst go,
From sin and shame to rescue me — O Love Divine, How can it be?