How deep the Father's love for us

How vast beyond all measure

That he should give his only son

To make a wretch his treasure

How great the pain of searing loss

The Father turned his face away

As wounds which mark the chosen one

Bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon a cross

My sin upon his shoulders

Ashamed I hear my mocking voice

Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held him there

Until it was accomplished

His dying breath has brought me life

I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything

No gifts no power no wisdom

But I will boast in Jesus Chris

This death and resurrection

Why should I gain from his reward

I cannot give an answer

But this I know with all my heart

His wounds have paid my ransom

Why should I gain from his reward

I cannot give an answer

But this I know with all my hear

This wounds have paid my ransom

His wounds have paid my ransom