Jesus people, loving people

How deep the Father’s love


How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measures
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.

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.

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.

Stuart Townend © 1995 Kingsway’s Thankyou Music/MCPS

WordPress Lightbox