How deep the Father's love for us how vast beyond all mea- sure
That He should give His on- ly 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 Cho-sen 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 accom- plished
His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is finished
I will not boast in an- y- thing no gifts no pow'r no wis- dom
But I will boast in Je- sus Christ His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His re- ward I cannot give an an- swer
But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom