The saviour has come in his mighty power and spoken peace to my soul, And all of my life from that very hour I’ve yielded to his control. Wonderful, wonderful, marvelous and wonderful, What he has done for my soul! The half has never been told. Oh, it is wonderful. It is marvelous and wonderful, What Jesus has done for this soul of mine! The half has never been told. ’Twas only a foretaste of joys divine in Canaan waiting for me, Where sweetest of honey and milk and wine were dripping from every tree. [Wonderful, wonderful . . . .] From glory to glory he leads me on, from grace to grace every day, And brighter and brighter the glory dawns while pressing my homeward way. [Wonderful, wonderful . . . .] If fellowship here with my lord can be so inexpressibly sweet, Oh, what will it be when his face we see, when ’round the bright throne we meet? Wonderful, wonderful . . . .