Verse 1

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
Oh

Verse 2

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 accomplished
His dying breath
Has brought me life
I know that it is finished
Oh

Verse 3

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