How d-eep the Father's love for u-s
How vast beyond all m-easure
That H-e should give His only Son
To m-ake a wretch His tr-easure

How great the pain of searing loss
The F-ather turns His face away
As w-ounds which mar the chosen One
Bring m-any sons to gl-ory

Beh-old the Man upon a cross
My sin, upon His sh-oulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out, among the sc-offers

It was my sin that held Him there
Unt-il it was acc-omplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know, that it is f-inished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts no power no w-isdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death, and resurr-ection

Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an a-nswer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds, have paid my ransom
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