VERSE 1:
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all mea-sure
That He should give his only Son
To make a wretch His trea-sure
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.
VERSE 2:
Be-hold the man upon a cross
My sin upon his shoul-ders
-shamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scof-fers.
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.
VERSE 3:
I will not boast in any-thing
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resur-rec-tion
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