How deep the Father's love for usHow vast beyond all measureSlide:That He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasureHow great the pain of searing lossThe Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the Chosen OneBring many sons to gloryBehold the Man upon the crossMy sin upon His shouldersAshamed to hear my mocking voiceCall out among the scoffersIt was my sin that kept Him thereUntil it was accomplishedHis dying breath has brought me lifeI know that it is finishedI will not boast in anythingNo gifts, no power, no wisdomBut I will boast in Jesus ChristHis death and resurrectionWhy should I gain from His reward?I cannot give an answerBut this I know with all my heartHis wounds have paid my ransom
