How deep the Father’s love for us,
\nHow vast beyond all measure
\nThat He should give His only Son
\nTo make a wretch His treasure<\/p>\nHow great the pain of searing loss,
\nThe Father turns His face away
\nAs wounds which mar the chosen One,
\nBring many sons to glory<\/p>\n
Behold the Man upon a cross,
\nMy sin upon His shoulders
\nAshamed I hear my mocking voice,
\nCall out among the scoffers<\/p>\n
It was my sin that held Him there
\nUntil it was accomplished
\nHis dying breath has brought me life
\nI knoww that it is finished<\/p>\n
I will not boast in anything
\nNo gifts, no power, no wisdom
\nBut I will boast in Jesus Christ
\nHis death and resurrection<\/p>\n
Why should I gain from His reward?
\nI cannot give an answer
\nBut this I know with all my heart
\nHis wounds have paid my ransom<\/center>
\n[Words and music by Stuart Townsend]<\/p>\n