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 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
|
|
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
|
|
-----------------
|
How Deep The Father's Love For Us
|
| Selah |
