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 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.