How deep the Father's love for us 

How vast beyond all measure 

That He should give His only Son 

And 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 the cross 

My sin upon His shoulder 

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