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 the 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   
 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   
 But this I know with all my heart 
 His wounds have paid my ransom