How deep, the Father's love for us
How vast, beyond all m-easure
That H-e should give His only Son
And make, a wretch His tr-easure

How gr-eat the pain of searing loss
The F-ather turns His face away
As w-ounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons, to glor-y

Beh-old the man upon the cross
My s-in upon His sh-oulder
Ash-amed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out, among the scoff-ers

It w-as my sin that held Him there
Unt-il it was acc-omplished
His d-ying breath has brought me life
I kn-ow, that it is f-in-ished

I w-ill not boast in anything
No g-ifts, no power no w-isdom
But I-I will boast in Jesus Christ
His d-eath, and resurr-ection

Why sh-ould I gain from His reward
I c-annot give an a-nswer
But this, I know with all my heart
His wounds, have paid my r-ansom
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