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