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
They sealed His body in the grave
The tomb of Calv'ry's Victor
But now the stone is rolled away
Where Christ no more shall enter
He shows His hands, His feet, His side
The scars of mercy's justice
Where Life was slain now death has died
And enemies find Sonship
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no pow'r, 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
© 1995 Kingsway's Thankyou Music
3rd verse lyrics by Dave Baker
1 comments - Add a comment:
One of my favorite songs ever! Neat third verse...
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