I will sing the wondrous story Of the Christ Who died for me; How He left the clouds in glory For the cross of Calvary. I was bruised, but Jesus healed me, Faint was I from many a fall, Sight was gone, and fears possessed me, But He freed me from them all. Days of darkness still come o'er me, Sorrow's path I often tread, But His presence still is with me; By His guiding hand I'm led. He will keep me till the river Rolls its waters at my feet; Then He'll bear me safely over, Where the loved ones I shall meet. Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story Of the Christ Who died for me, Sing it with the saints in glory, Gathered by the crystal sea. I was lost, but Jesus found me, Found the sheep that went astray, Threw His loving arms around me, Drew me back into His way.