How Deep The Father’s Love For Us

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond a measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch's treasure.

How great that 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 am a mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.

Here 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 ressurection!

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!