How Deep The Father's Love For Us

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 mark the chosen one, bring many sons to glory.


Behold the man upon the 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 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.