v1
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.
v2
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.
v3
Behold the man upon a cross,
my sin upon His shoulders;
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
call out among the scoffers.
v4
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.
v5
I will not boast in anything,
no gifts, no power, no wisdom;
but I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
v6
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.