Verse 1
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He would give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face a way
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Verse 2
Be hold the Man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
A shamed 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
Verse 3
I will not boast in anything
No gifts no powr's no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give a answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
End
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give a answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
His wounds have paid my ransom
CCLI Song # 1558110 / Stuart Townend
1995 Thankyou Music (Admin. by Capitol CMG Publishing)
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He would give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face a way
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Verse 2
Be hold the Man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
A shamed 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
Verse 3
I will not boast in anything
No gifts no powr's no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give a answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
End
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give a answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
His wounds have paid my ransom
CCLI Song # 1558110 / Stuart Townend
1995 Thankyou Music (Admin. by Capitol CMG Publishing)