How Deep the Father’s Love

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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 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.
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.