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
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
As wounds which mar the Chosen One; Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross; My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice; Call out among the scoffers
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
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
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
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
But this I know with all my heart; His wounds have paid my ransom
written by Stuart Townend
1 comment:
I LOVE this song! We used to sing it all the time in college. Definitely one of my favorites :)
It was so great meeting you tonight!
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