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 on–ly son, to make a wretch his treasure
How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turned his face away
As wounds which mar the cho–sen one, bring many sons to glo–ry
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 an–y–thing: no gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Je–sus Christ; his death and resurrection
Why should I gain from his re–ward? I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart: his wounds have paid my ransom