How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all m-easure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His tr-easure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring m-any sons to gl-ory
Behold the Man upon a cross
My sin, upon His sh-oulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out, among the sc-offers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know, that it is f-inished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power no w-isdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death, and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an a-nswer
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 a-nswer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
