How deep the Father's love for usHow vast beyond all measureThat He would give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing lossThe Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the chosen OneBring many sons to glory

How deep the Father's love for us

Behold the Man upon a crossMy guilt upon His shouldersAshamed, I hear my mocking voiceCall out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him thereUntil it was accomplishedHis dying breath has brought me lifeI know that it is finished

I will not boast in anythingNo gifts, no powr's, no wisdomBut I will boast in Jesus ChristHis death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?I cannot give an answerBut this I know with all my heartHis wounds have paid my ransom