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 turns
His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen
One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross
My sin upon
His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocing 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
Christ his 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 heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
